Shhh. Don’t tell anyone, but I prefer serving in the nursery to attending the “grown up” classes with my age mates.
When I move to a new ward, I always start by asking the Primary president if she needs help with the nursery classes.
What’s not to like? There are toys, snacks, and a lot of action songs. And I can roll around on the floor during class, barking like a dog with fewer raised eyebrows than if I do the same in Gospel Doctrine.
And the kids are incredibly cute.
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They are full of wonder at the world, like the child Wordsworth describes as seeing “splendour in the grass.” They are mesmerized by my beaded floral skirt. They tell engaging stories about their boo-boos of the week. They give me warm hugs. Even if I can’t quite understand what they are saying, they are entirely earnest.
But I’m also forging bridges from free-for-all play to a more structured environment.