Sunday, November 09, 2008

sunday's secret

I love being a mom.

That's not the secret. If you know me, you know that I love being a mom, and that I love to be at home with my kids. I think most moms love to be home with their kids. I wonder if I love it too much because I can't make a quick run to the market (yes, I call it The Market) without calling home three or four times to ask Darin to describe to me exactly what the kids are doing. He graciously obliges. My heart bursts with love for my kids, but I enjoy, in general, all kids.

Here's my secret:

I really want to be a nursery worker.

(For those of my not-LDS reader-friends, let me 'splain: The Nursery is the kiddos' two-hour Sunday class, for kids ages 18 months to three years. The responsibility to have this stewardship is notoriously un-wanted by most people.)

I'm in or around the nursery most Sundays anyway, helping Bubby with his fits (before just taking him home), and before you warn me that the primary president might read this blog, let me assure you that she does. But today I took things into my own hands and was a tad unorthodox: Minutes after depositing Bubby in The Nursery, I left and sat on a couch (yes, I call it a Couch) in the hallway. Immediately I heard him screaming. Oh, that screaming! I told myself I'd wait 3-5 minutes before going in to rescue him. During minute #1, our good Bishop approached me and shook my hand. "Bishop," I said, "I need to be a nursery worker."

He practically fell over. "Uhhhh...Jennifer [yes, he calls me Jennifer], if you're serious...".

"I am."

"...because we were just talking about that this morning..."

"Well, I'm here to take the job. I mean, go ahead and pray about it."

"Can you come with me into my office for just a minute?"

In case you don't know, people don't generally offer themselves up for specific callings. That is, unless you've been married just two weeks and say to the bishop, "Yeah, I REEEALLLLYY love Young Womens! I just feel so comfortable around them!" That's a sure-fire way to not get called in there until after your third child. (Calling it "Young Womens" should be enough of a deterrent in and of itself, but let's not start that right now, shall we?)

In his office he told me that my volunteering for this position is a complete answer to prayers, and then officially offered me the position, which won't interfere with my other responsibility of planning quarterly activities for the women (womens?) of the ward.

I guess I shouldn't even be telling you all of this anyway since I won't be presented/sustained until next week. So to compensate, I'll tell you another thing, which may or may not be a secret: I really, really, really like the show Yo Gabba Gabba.

16 comments:

Annette Lyon said...

You're out of your mind.

Then again, I'd take Nursery over YW any day. I've done that twice, and that's plenty. But I'll have a Beehive in six months, and two more girls coming down the pike. What are the chances I *won't* be thrown in there again? ARGH!

Emily said...

You crazy, crazy lady. I was the nursery leader for about 9 months (got called into it 2 weeks after Nate and I got married) and it was so hard...but then again...I didn't have any kids and it was a whole new world for me. Oh well. What a cool story though...I love to hear the stories where people feel inspired...it is so neat...it always gives me chills.

wendy said...

"Young Womens." Yeah. OH, but you're not going there.

Re: nursery . . . that is SO GREAT. I'm serious. I love being around the kids, but when I subbed last week, I was at a loss. Thankfully the other sub was a natural and ran the show.

I recently told the RS Pres I wanted to teach RS. I didn't get it, but my name is officially on the sub list, so I think that's good. I think it never hurts to open our mouths a little.

I'm excited for you!

Gerb said...

That is MY calling, and I LOVE it! Congratulations on finding a way to play with toys & eat snacks all through the 2-hour block while spending some time with a bunch of cute little people.

Seriously, who wouldn't want this?

swampbaby said...

Anything in Primary is WHERE IT'S AT! Congrats! I would love to have you in my ward.

compulsive writer said...

You are so awesome (in the good sense of the word).

La Yen said...

That is my mom's favorite calling.

I would like it in a bizzaro world where I like things that are kryptonite to my soul.

Shar said...

I am so thankful for those like you who love Nursery. Not only do the little kids NEED people like you who WANT to be there, but there are not very many people willing to do that calling.

I was just thinking TODAY during Sacrament Meeting that Nursery would be the death of me. But I'm so grateful my son has wonderful leaders who don't want to kill themselves every week. (Because even Primary almost does me in)

Kalli Ko said...

being in the nursery was like being in the 7th circle of hell for me.

you are a saint I tell you, a saint.

Becky said...

My husband adores being in nursery. He has been a nursery worker for about half of our 12 years of marriage. I have been with him in there for the past two years and am about done for a while.

wendysue said...

I agree! I have a calling with the Stake YW, but I'm also the nursery singing leader! Seriously, I GET to go and sing itsy, bitsy spider (they actually prefer in a scary voice: the BIG, HAIRY, spider), and Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam with them every week, and they think I'm the coolest thing! Yeah for Nursery!

cari said...

That's one of the best callings ever! Lucky!

Yo Gabba Gabba? Really?

AzĂșcar said...

I like hanging out in nursery sometimes so I can talk to some of the cool leaders. The kids? They're OK I guess...

I loved Young Women, I really did. Of course, I needed a break after 7 years. I am really cozy as the primary pianist (where I get to make faces at El Guille and catch kids picking their noses.)

Queen Scarlett said...

You are a ward's blessing.

And... really? Yo Gabba Gabba from a Charlie and Lola/Einstein gal? Wow. ;-)

sue-donym said...

Hurray for you and for Bubby. I have officially decided to never talk about nursery for fear I will be called to it. And then I would have to move.

Geo said...

Hey, where's my comment? Must I re-create? IT went something like this:

I can hear angels singing. And I can hear the sighs of guilty relief floating heavenward from the womens in your ward next Sunday.