I love my church calling. I am a primary teacher for the Valiant 9 class. I have the "cake" class. All of the other classes have a few "difficult" children. The kids in my class are sweet, smart, funny and they think I am cool.
A couple of weeks ago, I wasn't feeling totally prepared to teach. Usually I can wing it with my class and the kids still behave somewhat. At the end of Opening exercises the Primary president whispered in my ear asking if I could also teach the 11 yr olds. UGH! There are sooo many kids in that class and it is one of the more "difficult" classes. Of course I said yes...I am a yes person.
One of the boys in my class asked what was wrong and I told him... his response "Ahh Man, do we really have to". My sentiments exactly.
There were 15 kids total and a big age difference between the two classes. My kids saw a new side of me, I was strict and did not bend. I am sure the 11 yr olds were happy to have their teacher back last week. It was exhausting and made me wish for the easy days of attending Relief Society.
At the end one of my girls gave me a present. I waited until I was home to open it. It was a sweet little keepsake box she painted herself. I almost cried. It made my day!
I really LOVE my calling!