I wasn’t raised in the church, so I don’t have any childhood primary stories of my own to share. But over the years I’ve served in Primary, and here are a few that have stuck with me.
My first experience in Primary was taking my three year old son to sharing time for the first time. They sang the welcome song to him. I stood near the back of the room, dying of embarrassment, as he stood in the front of the room, picking his nose.
My favorite calling in Primary has to be nursery leader. The nursery kids were my favorite people in the ward. One amazing little boy was a very difficult child at times, but so sweet. A girl from another ward came to visit and she had on a pink Chinese-style dress—shiny satin with sparkly silver thread embroidered over it. She had red sparkling shoes, like Dorothy’s from the Wizard of Oz. He was all over her all day, drawn like a magnet to her sparkly outfit. He would not leave her alone. At one point I had to pull him out from under the table, where he was lying on his stomach, his head under her chair, eyes glued to her shoes.
The child I identified with the most in nursery was a little girl who was very shy and hated attention. She’d often come in, sit down and place her hands over her eyes. Sometimes she’d cover her ears. She’d freeze in the middle of the room, scared to go after the toy she wanted, because there were other kids near it. Every once in awhile she’d carefully back up, without looking behind her or acknowledging me at all, to sit on my lap. I always felt gifted by her trust.
Once I substituted in a class of four year old boys. There were three of them, and the lesson was on Heavenly Father. I started out by asking the boys about their dads. One little boy said, “My dad’s not at church today. He hasn’t been home all weekend. Because he’s been drinking and my mom’s not having it.”
Ever since then I’ve wondered what my kids have been revealing about our family to their teachers. I’m sure it isn’t good.
And then there’s everyone’s favorite kid in singing time. You know the one. The five or six year old boy who has just discovered the joy of singing. And does so as loudly as he can. I love that kid.
Got any Primary stories to share?