Thursday, August 28, 2008
Last Saturday there was a Primary activity at the church. All of my boys were counting down the days, but Sierra...let's just say that "Primary" is not one of the things on her cool list right now. She's not 12 until the end of January, but since she's in 7th grade, all of her friends from school have long since moved on to young women's, and she is a whole head taller than the rest of the 11 year olds in her class. And the whole "Once There Was A Snowman" thing has somehow lost it's magic. Not to say that I don't sympathize. I have a November birthday, and the infamous Primary Program was at the end of October. I remember pleading with whoever would listen to PUH-LEZE not make me participate. Everybody else had already moved up, and I would have to look like an idiot with all the babies. Totally lost on that one (it's obviously scarred me for life). I also remember going with my mom to pick up some girls from a quad-stake dance and having a boy ask me to dance with him because he thought I was older (I was 11). So the joy that she feels whenever someone says, "Oh-I thought you were older than that" is something that I understand. But skipping church activities is not something that I want to set a precedent for. After the activity, one of the ladies that had stayed was telling me all about Sierra and how she got to participate. When she came out to the car I asked what she got to do (in the I-already-know-the-answer-but-I-want-to-hear-it-from-you voice). Which was met with a why-do-you-have-to-be-so-friendly-with-everyone look. But it quickly softened and was replaced with a smirk. "They were doing a demonstration, but it was going to be too hard for the kids, so they asked the adults." I thought she was being a punk, but then today I got an email with the photos from the activity. And there she is.