Baptisms

I just got a phone call that warmed my heart right up and I want to share. 

When you're a woman without children, there are things that you miss out on.

You don't get to be there for their first steps.

You don't hear the first words.

You're not the mom.

So, you feel unimportant.

Today, Primary has changed that.

We have a baptism on Saturday.  For those of you that are not LDS, when LDS children are 8 years old, they are considered old enough to make their own decision.  So, instead of forcing baptism on them as babies, they have a choice.  Typically, most choose baptism.

Anyhow, we have one of these events on Saturday.

I was feeling sad because I will never get to be the mom.

However, I got a phone call today from this sweet, kind little 8 year old girl.

She wants me to play the piano for her baptism.

I was going to attend anyways, because I consider the Primary kids to be MY kids.

But to know that someone thinks enough of me that they want me to be a part of it warms my heart.

So, thank you, sweet girl.

You have made me feel 100% better.

Blue and Gold...

CONFESSION: I don't really like scouting.  I don't understand it and it frustrates me.  *sigh* However, because I love my Primary kids, I am trying to love it.  So, I went to the Blue and Gold Banquet last night.  I love my kids.  I do.  I walked into the cultural hall (Mormon word for Gym) and saw dozens of little teeny Cub Scouts and their families and their cakes.  As anyone knows, it's tradition at the Blue and Gold Banquet for the Scouts to decorate their own cakes.  They are supposed to do it by themselves, but we all know that every once in a while, the parents decorate for them.  However, one of the kids was SO EXCITED to show me his cake.  I walked in and was greeted with "Sister Jennings! Sister Jennings! Come look at my cake!" - which of course led to all the other little Cub Scouts in my ward to drag me to their cakes.  I saw robots, recycle symbols, factories, grass, sunshines and many other strange designs.  Most people would look at these cakes and not be impressed.  But...when you're a Primary President, you see things differently.  I think I know how it must feel to be a parent finally.  I felt so proud of them and their efforts and could see how hard they worked.  We had dinner and then did some awards.  I am so proud of my boys.  They have worked so hard.  So, I'm going to try to understand Cub Scouts more.  Besides, the Pinewood Derby is coming up and I want to make a pink car.

Welcome!

My name is Katie.  I am a 30 something year old woman whose only children have four legs and tails.  And I'm the Primary President.  Are you kidding me?  Me?  Primary President?  How does one go from eternal Sunbeam teacher to Primary President?  Isn't there some stepping up process? 
Anyhow, I was completely floored when the Bishop called me.  I cried, tried to figure it out and then, like all good Mormon women, went to Sugardoodle to try and find out what the heck I was supposed to be doing.  Do you think it offered any information?  Of course not.  Dang it.  I was annoyed, to say the least, that I couldn't find any information online about how to do this!  Hence this blog.  So, I am documenting my journey...hope it helps!