I am a Primary President!
Those of you who are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will know instantly all that this title entails and at this moment are either smiling or cringing at the thought of it…
For those of you who are not, it means that every Sunday I have the greatest job on earth. I am blessed with the privilege of overseeing the instruction of the children in my congregation from the age of eighteen months to twelve years old.
I LOVE little children! I love that they are so pure and innocent. They remind me of the little child that I used to be and the adult that I should be now. I can be having the worst day ever or be in the worst mood but in seconds they can melt my heart and all is well with the world.
Last Sunday afternoon I was reflecting on the time that I had spent with my little ones that day. I marveled as I thought of how they were teaching me so much more than I was teaching them. On that particular Sunday a little four year old with big blue eyes taught me three important lessons.
First, he taught me the importance of taking responsibility for my actions instead of making excuses or justifications for them. As he sat next to me he looked at my hand and asked if I bit my fingernails. I instantly thought of all of the regular excuses that I give people for why I sometimes bite and/or pick at my fingernails. None of them seemed to translate into the innocent language of a four year old. None of them seemed valid. I told him yes.
After I took responsibility for this bad habit of mine, he taught me the second lesson. He taught me to trust completely. He told me emphatically that I should not bite my fingernails. He said he didn’t know why, but he knew that it was wrong because his mother told him that it was. He trusted completely in the words of his mother. I thought how I should trust so completely in the words of my Heavenly Father….
The third lesson that he taught me was to love unconditionally and to forgive quickly. As that Sunday morning progressed he became more and more anxious to go home and less and less inclined to sit in his chair. He became very unhappy with me as I attempted to enforce this issue. However, minutes later when it was time to leave he had completely forgotten his displeasure with me. He hugged me, told me he loved me and that he would miss me this week. All was forgiven.
So last Sunday an innocent four year old with big blue eyes reminded me to take responsibility for my actions, to trust completely and to love unconditionally….Oh, and to “not bite my fingernails”! I plan to do my best to remember the lessons that he taught me and I look forward to what my little ones will teach me this Sunday….