I was under the impression that you had to beg the bishop to release you–or go inactive–in order to get out of the Nursery. I guess not. Today was my last day with this particular size of little people. I’m moving up in the world next week as the new CTR 5 teacher. Just when it seemed like the kids were getting used to our system. Just when Soren stopped hitting, pushing, screaming, etc. Just when an hour and 45 minutes started to feel manageable.
I have bittersweet feelings about the whole thing. It definitely came as a shock, and while I look forward to dealing with slightly longer attention spans, I don’t know if five-year olds will take to me (or if I’ll take to them) like the two-year olds did. I’m going to miss the way Loren jumps on me when I come into the room, and that Mela stops crying for her sister when I hold her. I’m sad that I didn’t get to know Masao and Daniel a little better (Masao has the cutest little puppy dog eyes). But I don’t think I’ll miss Keania’s know-it-all comments (I think she is really too old to be there), or the rickety chair of death in the corner that the kids get a kick out of playing on and having me drag them off of.
And I kind of wish that Micah had been called with me, but I guess the Deacons quorum needs all the reinforcements it can get.