This blog is going to take an existential twist. We're not crazy enough already. Having arrived at the age of 65 but totally unwilling to retire, I have a wager. Heavenly Father always prepares us, quietly sometimes, for the events that are going to befall us. I have been teaching middle school for 22 years. Today the Lord called me to teach Nursery. I'm a little suspicious of what the future holds.
Our Nursery has 13, 18 month to 3-year-olds, with six scheduled to move into the nursery for Primary in the next three months. Laura is having twin boys in three months. It's going to get crazy and I am more than willing to share my escapades, but I will change names to protect the innocent.
If anyone has wonderful ideas for nursery crafts waltzing through their minds, I need those ideas. My sister-in-law in Park City has been the nursery leader for going on two years. I plan to sit with her for at least a day and pick her brains. Our craziness has a synergy that you would not believe. It goes WAY back.
I hope our Bishop is ready for a full functioning nursery. I love the calling. Where else can I play with legos and trucks on Sunday and feel totally righteous?
