I made it to church today. I still feel so tired, and my head was killing me, but I knew that the only way to lift my spirits was to go to church, enjoy the fellowship and serve by teaching my Sunday School class. My class is so sweet. They look at me with such trusting eyes, and soak in whatever I say to them. This is very sobering, as I don't ever want to steer them in the wrong direction. I don't read from the lesson, I make sure and memorize the lesson so that I don't have to break eye contact with them. If I am interested in them, then they are interested in me. I can't count the number of Sunday School classes I have taught over the last 37 years, those children from the early years are grown and have children of their own, but it is always the same. The children love and trust you, and it is a tremendous gift.
The ladies meeting, (we call it Relief Society) was also wonderful. Our teacher put so much effort in her lesson, and it really showed. We are fortunate to have members who care about us enough to really make an effort, and it is humbling to me that they do. I am certainly a better wife, mother, Nana, aunt and daughter of God because of all the lessons I have been privileged to attend.
I was kind of naughty today too- I talked Becky and Joe into taking me for dinner as I was feeling so bad, and didn't have the energy to come home and cook. Becky had made a wonderful breakfast this morning, and Martin and I went down to their house. As soon as I walked in the door, Little Joe began to squeal and reach for me. This tickled me, because I thought it was that he had missed me and wanted to be with me. This may be true, but in fact, it was time for breakfast, he was hungry, and the Cream of Wheat had yet to be made. I must look like some giant feeding spoon to him! Becky was back and forth in the kitchen, and so I went and cooked his cereal. He slurped it down, and then was happily content. By the way, he is pulling up to the furniture and making small steps along the side while holding on. This little boy didn't even roll over until the 5th month, and now he is taking off like a rocket. He is still only 7 months, and will probably walk within the next two months. Nana is not ready for that! He is a sturdy as a Clydesdale, and thankfully so very healthy. Strong too, today at church he grabbed for my hair, and pulled some of it out. I will have to explain to him that Nana doesn't have any hair to spare! Well, it is nighttime now, and I have just only gotten out of bed to write the blog. I think about my readers, and appreciate the opportunity to put my thoughts on paper. I feel connected to the outside world- how grateful am for the internet and modern media. I love who I am. I have learned to do so because of all the wonderful people in my life. Friends and family have loved me to where I am today. Being older has it's perks, as I mentioned earlier tonight, I have taught for many years at church, and more and more I run across people who I realize were once young children in my class. I don't always remember which class it was, but they do, and warm my heart by saying things like they will never forget the time together, or other activities we did together. I am thankful for the gifts of the Gospel, one of many which is the association with Heavenly Father's children and my Savior.