Sunday Stories

Today was ward conference which brought about some changes as well as a few stake visitors to our ward.

During the second hour, Henry saw me in the hallway during his nursery walk (Guilty! But only because the Relief Society room where gospel doctrine is taught was beyond crowded with the extra guests and I was late to get there after helping Sam with his scripture in primary and so...yes...I did skip) and refused then to leave my side, forcing me to walk him back to his class.

As I was walking, the stake president, who also happens to be my brother-in-law, told me, "I've got a story to tell you later." His counselor who was standing beside him chuckled and said, "I didn't know how to respond." Confused and needing more information, I decided not to ask any questions since I had Henry on my hand and walked on.

As I neared the nursery, a member of the bishopric said with a big smile on his face, "Did you hear about what your son said?"

"Seth?"

"Yes."

"No. But I did hear about a supposed story from the stake president," I replied.

"Oh, I'll let him tell you then."

Still not worried, because Seth usually doesn't say anything too embarrassing, I dropped Henry off and saw a few members of the primary presidency out in the hall. Laughing, they said, "Seth said the funniest thing during primary!"

Due to the attention from adults I was geting, I demanded to know the story.

Apparently, and this is all second hand and Seth-hand (which isn't any more reliable), a member of the Stake Presidency asked the primary children, "What is your favorite time of day?"

I don't know why he asked it, or what kinds of responses he was looking for, but, apparently, Seth raised his hand and said, "Breakfast time. Because my mom is still in bed and I'm in complete control."

I guess this got a big laugh. What wasn't explained by my dear son, is that he wakes at the crack of dawn and suffers until I do wake up and feed him breakfast. I've told him, more than once, that if he wants a bowl of cereal that early, he is more than capable of getting it for himself. Because I do not need to wake up before 6:30 to pour Tootie Frooties. It would have been more accurate for him to have said, "Mornings" because he does, always, wake up before me (and everyone else) but it's not like I'm hanging out in bed while he runs the household in the morning. Which, I'm pretty sure, is the idea that every one in that primary room was laughing about.

Jay said he heard this story from several people. I probably got stopped by a dozen people before church was out. I remember those days in primary, when some child rats out their parents. Now I know....those kids don't give the whole story! Still, I'm glad my laziness provided some amusement to those in primary. Sometimes, those sweet souls need a little chuckle.

The other story of the day is Jay's new calling. After years of blissfully serving in cub scouts, Sunday school, and the rigors of co-chairing the activities committee with me, Jay's Sundays of sitting beside me in Sacrament meeting are temporarily over. Of course, he's been wearing a headphone and translating the meetings into Spanish for the last six months so him sitting with us was only a technicality (I called him a decoy), but now I'll be truly alone.

He has been called as second counselor in the bishopric and was ordained a High Priest today by his father. I feel bad for him, because he already has such limited free time, but know this will be a great opportunity for both of us and blessings are in store (Henry sitting still in Sacrament meeting would be a great one, if anyone in charge is listening). We'll see each other less. But, I also feel that with his work demands, and the years I've had to get used to his absences, that we're prepared for this. I'm not worried about sitting by myself or spending my evenings and weekends alone. I've learned to ask for help, go by myself and sit near sympathetic people. He'll be great and we'll be fine.

It was bizarre seeing him sit up on the stand today - only because he still seems so young to me. I guess we're not the spring chickens we like to think we are, but he looks like the 22 year-old I married, with maybe a few new platinum blond hairs mixed in. What I'm really looking forward to is moving to the middle section of the chapel. We've been side pew sitters for years and years, but I don't particularly like turning my neck sideways to see the speaker.

I guess I'm like Seth. I love having total total control!

Here's to looking at things straight on:)