Yesterday, Naomi decided she would bear her testimony. Excited, she looked at me and said, “I’m going to go up there next!” She climbs over her little sister and myself to get out to the aisle, and marched for the back of the cultural hall to the front of the chapel. Adjusting the mike, she announces, “I know the Church is true, and I love my neighbors ‘cause they are nice. Yesterday I was going to do the dishes like my mom told me to, but I was taking too long. I got spanked hard and it hurt a lot. My mom spanks really hard, I couldn't EVEN MOVE! And my mom said, “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” so I left to my neighbors and cried there for like 20 MINUTES! Anyways, my neighbors are nice and I love them. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
Honestly, after the “my mom spanks really hard”, I probably missed some of her testimony. I was too busy crawling under my chair. I was so embarrassed and laughing so hard, I was crying. The lady I visit teach was sitting behind me. She patted me on my back. Naomi probably got the biggest laughs, now she’s got a taste of the attention, I’m afraid of what the future will bring. I had to resist the temptation to get up and share my testimony and say, “let me tell you what really happened”. Luckily, maturity prevailed.
After sacrament, a half-dozen ladies stopped to tell me they weren’t judging me – they’ve all been there. One of the brothers told me as I dropped Charlotte off at nursery that he isn’t allowing his children to share their testimonies until they are 18. My Sunday school teacher started the lesson by looking at me and laughing uncontrollably. My neighbor turned around and patted my hand. Naomi’s primary teacher stopped me as I was picking Charlotte up to let me know she told Naomi that testimony sharing was to talk about the gospel, not tell stories. I was asked to give the opening prayer for Sunday school, the closing prayer for Relief Society, and a member of my bishopric called me that evening to let me know they didn’t think I was a bad mother.
Anybody want an eight-year old?
4 comments:
The true purpose of having children is so they can humiliate us, right?!!
I feel for ya Alycia. There's been many times my children have caused me embarrassment. I had a good laugh this morning while reading your ordeal. And BTW, you're a GREAT mom.
Oh, it's even better reading about it! I'm glad Luke chickened out last month.
After I called Santa on him this morning he screamed from his room that he just couldn't take me anymore and that he needed to leave this earth. I'm the world's worst mother!
I laughed so hard while reading this that I could barely breathe! Arn't children so priceless??!! I totally feel your pain and I can only say thank you for sharing and making my day sooooo much better!!! Motherhood really is the toughest most interesting job on earth!
-Karlie's sis Shari
Hey, this is Natalie,(Adams) you know from Heidelberg. :) Your mom sent my Mom your blog address so that is how I found this. I just read your first entry and died laughing. That is so hilarious. Just think how many people she made happy, not a boring sacrament meeting. What a cute family you have. Merry Christmas!
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