lessons learned for living a spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, and socially healthy life
Monday, May 7, 2012
My post yesterday about serving in church brought back a lot of memories. My first church calling was when I was a Junior in high school and I was a primary teacher for 8 year olds. Back in the day, before the block program, the guys had Priesthood meeting early Sunday morning and then we had Sunday School in the morning also. We would go back home for dinner and then have Sacrament Meeting later in the late aftertoon/evening. Relief Society was one day during the week and Primary was held after school once a week and Mutual at night once a week. That is why I could teach primary while I was still in high school and in young womans at the same time.
Not only did I get that opportunity to serve in church but I was also asked by Layton City Recreation to coach a 8-10 year-olds girls softball team while I was in high school. Mind you, they were just desperate for a coach and not because I was even good at playing softball. My best friend worked for the city as the umpire and in that desperation, she suggested that they ask me to coach. (my friend being the umpire probably explains why we went to the championships that year).
I have to say that back in the day, college applications didn't require service experience and so anything I did was only because I was just asked and not because I wanted it to look good on the resume. I wasn't that bright or service-oriented to go seek for ways to serve, but just took the opportunity as they came to me. I am ever grateful I did. It was such a blast for me to be able to be a part of all of those kids' lives. I have such fond memories of those times.
With that said, you have to know that some of those experiences were kind of scary and reckless. Here I was a Junior in high school and if my softball team won the game, I would pile them up in the back of my parents camper and take them for ice cream and then drive them around town dropping them off to their homes. This was when girls would just go play their games and parents didn't come. I even remember a time when I had to make a sudden stop and they all went flying. WHO WOULD LET THAT HAPPEN TODAY!? Crazy, I know, but oh so fun. I remember crying when they went to that championship game because we started the season being in last place. It was awesome seeing them succeed. A feeling I would never forget and that I want more of in my life.