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Friday, March 9, 2012

Just dropped in to say hello....!

Whoo-hoo! No, being Cub Master is not killing me. We just had our Blue & Gold. Weird being in charge of something like that, and actually doing nothing (except to bring a water cooler full of ice water as assigned by my food committee chair...[I always picture a chair]...er..person). Okay, so I also conducted the meeting (child's-play). Still, weird. Weird to delegate and let others be in control of all the different committees.

I do really miss being the Primary Chorister, but not to an obsessed level. Mostly I miss how I am fading into the world of anonymous adults at church. I miss how the little ones used to run up to me with hugs or a picture they drew. Now they look at me tilting their heads as their parents carry them down the long hall, with a look in their eyes as if they have the fringes of a memory of some crazy lady doing the granny dance...somewhere... Just as I think they are going to bury their sleepy Sacrament Meeting eyes into their daddy's neck, I am recognized and a little smile appears. Mmmm-hmmmm. That's a great feeling.

I'd love to hear from you. Comment and tell me how much fun you are having!


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  1. Hi Bridges, yup - I still check up on you. I'm still the chorister - I think I could do it in my sleep, in fact I think I do now and then! I miss your funny posts, but I'm sure the cub scouts love you.

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  2. Now that you are enjoying your retirement (I know that's impossible and you really worked much harder on that Blue and Gold than you would have us think) I am getting most of my ideas from Kathleen. I love both of you women and appreciate your creativity and inspiration. So here I sit, Sunday morning, trying to find a bit of inspiration before I do "my thing." Still enjoying Primary music and going on my 6th consecutive year... this time around. I can't even remember how many times I've done this. Gee, I am getting old.

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  3. I'm loving my calling still but I seriously miss your flip charts. I'm unsuccessful at making them myself. I feel like I spend hours scouring the web trying to find something half as wonderful as yours are. I'm glad your doing well and enjoying your calling. If you ever feel like making a flip chart let me know. I have a whole list of requests. lol.

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  4. I, too, am afraid that one day I will become that adult who just sits in the fourth row of RS. No important calling that touches the lives of primary children...but we have to tell ourselves...NOT TODAY!!! I am positive those Cubs love you and you're fun ideas!!!! I still use your site because it's AMAZING! Thank you for being instrumental in my quest to become a good Primary Chorister!!!

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  5. Thanks for you comments! Kathleen, Peggy...you are both my heros.

    Michele...thanks for your kind words on the flip charts. I can't believe how full my life is. And I can't help but wonder if my primary chorister "mantle" is what gave me the creativity I needed for the flip charts...and doing them now....might not be as inspirational. LOL But I did enjoy making them, and if I ever find myself needing something to do, I'll take some requests!

    Ruffles Edges, NOT TODAY!!! LOL! I am sure you must be fantastic! (based on my giggling while reading your comment.) Thanks for coming back to my blog. I am finding RS to be comfortable, is that sad? Am I just getting old? Hehe

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    1. *Ruffled Edges....not Ruffles....so sorry. :0

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  6. I pop in and check on you too. Primary Chorister is the BEST calling in the world - where you can teach and touch the spirits of the children through music. I don't remember any Primary Sharing Times or lessons, but boy do I remember the Primary Chorister and how I felt when I sang the Primary Songs. I am not chorister any more but LOVE it when I get to substitute. Our new ward shares the building of our old ward. Even though it has been 2 years since I was in our old ward as Primary Chorister, I love to see that flicker of remembering who I am in the children's eyes and even getting a hug or two from a couple of them when we pass in the hallway as our new ward finishes and our old ward comes in.

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