Frozen

No, not the Madonna song. (I'm not sure I've actually ever heard that song, only heard of it). No... frozen refers to how I felt when a member of the Primary Presidency asked me to stay after church to talk with her. I reacted very much like I did three years ago when I was asked to meet with the school director where I worked. I felt frozen with worry about what I had done this time that warranted being talked to. Can you believe it? I worried that this sister was going to tell me that they decided my class was too big and they needed to divide it, that a parent had mentioned she felt it was better for her two girls (one biological, the other adopted). Then, I thought it was sure to be about our newest class member (only newest because he hadn't come until July) and how his mother expressed that her son didn't feel comfortable in my class, that it wasn't fun enough, and that he didn't want to come. But, then I thought maybe it had to do with our upcoming Primary program. And I recognized very quickly that I was reacting very negatively. I kind of put it from my mind, then, and figured whatever it was, I would deal with it later. And what do you know, it was just a quick meeting to see how I was doing and if I had any concerns or needs as a teacher. Since our Primary President asked me pretty much the same thing last week, I guess I had expected something different or assumed that the two had talked and made a decision about something. But, we just had a fabulous talk and I expressed my delight in being able to teach my class. She thanked me for doing a wonderful job and specifically for teaching boundaries and expectations. She indicated that several teachers struggled with this. Oh, how ironic the whole thing was. And a very ironic blessing too.

I am grateful for ironic blessings :-).