Goodbye for Now

Today was my last day as the Primary Chorister because we're moving back to Rexburg. I am really sad and will miss my little kids. (Hopefully they will miss me too!) Last week I got a little choked up while they were singing just at the thought of leaving. Today was kind of rushed, so I was fine. I have had so much fun being the primary chorister and am so sad that our new ward won't really have a primary. (It's a student married ward) Here are some of the highlights I've had while serving in this calling:

• Going on a walk and at some point along the way hearing a little kid shout, "Hi Sister Ditto" from afar excitedly. 
• The children being very concerned that I cut a teacher's tie on Father's Day. "Can you sew that back together for him?" "What about tape?" (Good thing I brought a tie for him to put on that was in our D.I. pile)
• Having children guess what kind of skittle I put in their mouths. This was funny. The first boy guessed all of the wrong flavors. I think I finally had to just tell him. For the next kids that were guessing, I made sure to say the flavor first when asking if that is what it tasted like. (Is that Lemon?")
• The spray bottle. The kids were so eager to sing, so they could get a squirt of the "magical drink" aka Capri-Sun. I don't think I have ever heard them sing so loud.
• Leading the children in Sacrament Meeting while they sang the song, "The Family is of God." The words are so powerful and the kids were smiling so big at me. I was very proud of them.
• After being disappointed in the behavior of some of the kids, I had a little talk with them. I said something like, "It makes me sad when you talk instead of sing. It makes me sad when you don't stand when I ask you too. But it makes me happy when you sing loud and give me the chills." After this little chat, one of the younger kids came up and gave me a big hug because he thought I was really sad. It was adorable.
• One of the sunbeams doesn't know many of the words to the songs, but always wants me to choose him as a helper. His solution: scream/sing as loud as possible and not enunciate any words.

I'm not going to pretend that everything went perfectly each week though. Here are a few things that I can laugh at now, but are semi-embarrassing.

• Noticing when I got home from church some outrageous pit stains. (I don't know that I can wear that shirt to church again.) These were definitely noticed-- I mean my job does entail moving my arms wildly.
• Teaching the children how to pronounce the word "fervent." I spent like 10 minutes on this and made a big deal about it. The next week I realized, I taught them how to say it incorrectly... Yikes. Fervent is not spelled fervrent. 
• Almost taking someone out in the hallway each time I tried to quietly make my dash to primary (before the closing hymn) to beat the children there. The other ward is always in the hall standing right by the door, and I bump them.

I hope that sometime in the near future I will get this calling again. I'm counting down the seconds until that day comes.