Despite my protests that we should just not celebrate Mother's Day, it happened anyway. I wasn't allowed out of my bed until it was time to get ready for church. My two youngest still get excited and love to show me their hand made cards with their cute love poems on them. The older 2 are completely unmoved by the day and came into my room with a "ok, can we get this over with, I've got stuff to do" attitude for the presenting of gifts. This is exactly why I had to get a little dog - to insure someone still loved me. :0)
After my showering of love and gifts I went back to work on fine tuning my lesson - because my gift was substituting in Sunday School.
Emma took off and attended her cousin's ward so that she could come to ours. Here's the story. My niece has a crush on the boy who shared the eagle court of honor with us. She wanted to come to church with us the next day in the hopes of seeing more of him. It was Mother's day. She couldn't completely ditch her own mother. They compromised and got double the amount of church - hopefully it was worth it :0)
During yw we only had 1 girl in our class. It is really quite pitiful. We usually have 2 but our class president left to attend her friend's mission farewell. On a super good -stars align- kinda Sunday we might get 4 girls. At our last presidency meeting I asked if the girls wanted to combine with the Laurels and I was completely surprised that they didn't want to. They do get lots of attention just being the 2 of them - I mean we were at a restaurant having our meeting and we do stuff like that because there are just the 2 of them. But, Sunday's I feel bad for them. Who wants to be the only person being taught? No fun. So there was just the 1st counselor there on Sunday and my advisor was giving the lesson.
My new kindred spirit friend that was called as a Laurel advisor was giving her first lesson. We've got a yw that I've written about before - I organized getting her personal progress done for her by proxy when I was the yw President. She spends much of her life in a wheel chair and can only communicate with sounds and movements. I look at her and you can see that she is in there. She knows what is going on and wants so desperately to communicate. I've gotten better at reading her through the years. The point of all this is that she can be very loud and distracting. We've all gotten used to it and if it's too distracting, someone just wheels her around the halls. We had 1 lone girl in our class and I wanted to let the advisor get her first lesson done without the added pressure, so I took the yw with me in our class.
The first thing she saw when I wheeled her in the classroom was the plate of cookies. She started flailing around in her seat and making lots of noise. I looked at her and asked if she wanted some cookie. Well, she responded and I knew it was going to make a huge chocolate mess, but I decided to go for it. She is unable to feed herself and she doesn't have a very good handle on her mouth muscles so she can't really chew, but she was so happy. We were laughing and talking ( I was talking she was making sounds) and her excitement was so contagious that I started jumping up and down because she was so excited. I told her that she had to keep it a secret from her Mom and she got real quiet. The biggest form of communication she has when she wants to let you know she wants to talk to you or say she loves you is she makes a kissing face. It is priceless. Well, the entire thing got too out of control for our class so the secretary that was in on it, took her out to clean her up. It was the highlight of my day. I can't wait to meet her in heaven and get to talk with her.
Another little gift I received was coming home from church with a wicked headache, but I laid down for a few minutes and then we had dinner and partied with Nate's brother and his family.
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