Two weeks ago, I received a new calling in addition to my calling as Relief Society instructor…
Yes, you heard me right. Den mother. I was as surprised as you are. I have no sons. I know NOTHING about scouting. I even had to ask what the heck a den mother was! After a brief explanation from the member of the Bishopric, I accepted.
Last night I went to my first Roundtable and Committee meetings. I left feeling COM.PLETE.LY. overwhelmed. It was too much. There is so much I don’t know. I could not have been more clueless. I am not starting from square one, I am starting from whichever “square” is a mile behind square one. I wanted to cry right there in the middle of the Wolf, Bear and Webelo pack. (You’ll be glad to know I waited until I got home.)
Lest you think I am whimpy and incapable of taking on new tasks and learning new things – that wasn’t the cause of my meltdown.
It was everything.
It was the songs that need to be written for the new CD.
It was the 20 extra volunteer hours I just found out I need to do at the school in addition to the 40 I’ve already done.
It was the preparation that needs to be done for the TOFW 2013 tour.
It was the song that needed to be written for TOFW.
It was the R.S. lesson that I need to plan for this month.
It was everything else a mom and wife needs to do on a regular basis.
It. Was. Everything.
(Please tell me you’ve had days like this…??)
I came home and called my husband, who was out of town. I told him all my concerns and listened to his comforting advice and encouragement.
Then, I went up to put on my pajamas, all the while wishing I could eat a Reese’s shake, and found a card from my note-writing-13- year-old daughter who was already asleep for the night.
It was Heaven sent. She said everything I needed to hear. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew. I honestly felt like she said what Heavenly Father would have said to me if He could have sat with me that night.
I am so grateful for her love…and her note.
Blog to you soon,