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My son’s the redhead.

Susan M - July 12, 2007

I’m not very well-known in our ward, due to the callings I’ve had (nursery/primary) and the ward boundaries being shuffled around. But I have the perfect in with anyone I encounter. All I have to say is, “My son’s the redhead,” and they know exactly who he is, and therefore who I am.

We had a ward picnic this week. I took the kids without my husband, who was out of town. That was sort of a big deal for me, that I felt comfortable enough doing that—I’m an introvert and usually avoid group social activities as much as I can. My husband’s an extrovert, so I typically just sit back at those kinds of events and let him talk to people.

I sat down at a table with some food while the kids went off somewhere else. A woman sitting across from me asked, “Is your son the redhead?”


“I just love it when he gets up to talk. Whenever I see him up there I know it’s going to be a good Sacament Meeting.”

I said, “I never know what’s going to come out of his mouth. It makes me nervous.”

She laughed and said, “I think he’s wonderful. Some of the things he’s said I’ll never forget.”

My son’s very memorable. He just turned 13. In the last few months he started giving his testimony. Then he was asked to give a talk in church. (Boy was that nerve wracking. But he didn’t embarrass me too bad.)

I wrote down what I could remember of his testimony the first time he bore it. (“Laughter” means the congregation laughed, not my son.)

I felt like if I didn’t come up here I would, like, feel really bad, so um, yeah…I want to talk a little bit about the different wards I’ve lived in. The first one I remember was when I was 3, and I didn’t like it, because, um, yeah, I didn’t have any friends, and I didn’t like nursery. (Laughter) Then we moved to Kent, WA, and the kids were mean there. Then we moved to Seattle, which is like the worst place on earth. (Laughter) I didn’t have any friends at church there, but I had some other friends that would sometimes come to church with me. Then
we moved BACK to Kent, and then we moved down here, and we were in the 9th ward, and it was really fun. And then the ward got split and now we’re in the this ward, and it’s the best ward ever. (Laughter)

I still have a hard time meeting new people, but I like it here. So, um, yeah, that’s like, my life at church so far. (Laughter)

I want to bear my testimony, I know this church is true. I hope I can serve a mission someday. I’m not sure when, but probably when I’m 19, or something. And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

I wish I’d taken notes when he gave his talk. He didn’t write it out beforehand, so I don’t have it as a Word doc. When I talked to him about whether he wanted to write it out, he said he wanted to wing it. He told me he didn’t like writing things out beforehand, that it would be more from the heart if he didn’t. And it was.


  1. I like that. Good testimony.

    Comment by Seth R. — July 12, 2007 @ 9:03 am

  2. Susan, my boys are the same way- only younger. Everyone knows them by their hair, too. Oh, yeah, you have the redheads! I get a lot.

    I love his natural bravery at wanting to wing-it.

    Comment by tracy m — July 12, 2007 @ 9:46 am

  3. I have 5 children, all boys but 4. My (one) son is a lot like yours, I think. We moved to a new state when he was a sophomore in high school (a bad time to move a kid!) and soon people would say – ‘oh , Sister so and so, are you related to John so and so?’ And I’d proudly say, ‘yes, that’s my son!’ He’s not a loud person, but a friendly one, and it was great to hear from people who had already met him, and were anxious to tell me some good or funny thing about their encounters with him. He is home from his mission now, and does actually prepare talks now! (he used to ‘wing’ his, too, and we never knew what would come out of his mouth. A good son! what a treasure!

    Comment by JVT — July 12, 2007 @ 10:36 am

  4. Oh, Susan, that’s sweet. I really hope one day my children will illicit such responses from people.

    Comment by Cheryl — July 12, 2007 @ 1:55 pm

  5. Whenever we move into a new ward, it only takes a couple of weeks for people to know who my husband is. “Oh, he’s the one with the interesting comments” is a very common thing for me to hear. He always speaks up in Sunday School and Priesthood, and his comments are seldom the common and expected ones. He’s riled up a few classes and added very interesting insights to others. I personally find it amusing that when he makes a comment, everyone perks up to hear what he has to say. Rarely is it boring.

    Our second daughter is well known too. She’s only 2 ½ but she talks like a 4 year old, and she charms everyone she meets. Her nursery leaders positively croon over her whenever we see them. Just wait ‘till she reaches primary!

    Comment by Misty — July 12, 2007 @ 3:18 pm

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