I was stunned at the request that I had always somehow known was coming, and teased with things like “don’t you people know I play the piano? I’ve been here for six years and not one music calling yet.” and “you know I make a really good secretary.” I wasn’t trying to back out, I was just trying to lighten the mood because this is big.
The spiritual welfare of 40 children? That’s a whole lot bigger than just taking the attendance and sending out some emails. It’s a whole lot bigger than providing the music or counselling someone else.
I was overcome with the impact of the responsibility of it all, but that was quickly replaced with the comfort of knowing that I was not alone. My staffing was clear to me, and with counsellors by my side I knew I could do what was required of me.
On Friday night as I was putting the boys to bed I was telling Little Red that starting on Sunday I’ll get to be with him in primary again. He wrapped his arms around my neck and said, “I love you, Mummy, you’re the best!” Again, I was nearly overcome. He’s just so sweet, they all are; what a noble stewardship. “This is big,” I told Paul. He replied that I will be great because I recognize that, and that as long as I remember that this is big, I will be just fine. He wasn’t worried, he said, because he knows me well enough to know that I’m not going to forget something important like that.
Today everything is official. While I wasn’t released from my secretarial duties (and felt bad to leave Kathy flying solo, but her husband, the bishop, had given her the head’s up and she came to give me a hug) we started fresh with primary. I have loved my year in relief society more than I’ve loved any other calling. It was so fulfilling, so enriching, and so uplifting. But by the end of church today I thought “relief so-what?” We’ll be in the swing of things in no time, and primary is so much fun.