My new calling in my new ward is Activity Days. And boy, was I relieved that the Bishop didn't ask me to be in nursery. Whew.
I was a little nervous, because my area of expertise is usually with the youth, but I'm starting to get a feel for it. And you know why? These girls are wild, just like little boys. And you know, since I have three little boys, I was like, Oh! Okay. Clicking into Boy Mode.
I don't know if my sisters and I were the exception, but...we didn't run around tackling each other. Or tickling each other. Or jumping on each other. Or running around screaming and yelling. We...read books. Occasionally spanked each others' bumbs while the person was in front of us on the stairs. Had the occasional food fight. But we were really pretty docile.
But these girls...wow. They're cute as heck, but I really thought I'd be dealing with a different dynamic.
At my first activity, there was some down time where the girls drew names out of a bowl for Secret Sisters, and during that time, they just ran wild throughout the house where we were meeting. I was just kind of watching and getting my sea legs.
Yesterday, there was again some down time while two of the leaders were deciding how to deliver these sugar cookies we had made to some ward members - should we caravan? Should we split up? Who has how many spots in their car?
And I was watching them basically play a wild game of tackle football in the living room.
And my 8th-grade-teacher-EFY-counselor gene kicked in.
"Who wants to learn a ca-razy song???" I yelled.
Teenagers would have given me The Look. But these girls immediately all jumped up and down, yelling, "Me! Me! Me!" Like popcorn.
So I taught them this really weird campfire song my mom taught me when I was little. It has all of these nonsense words, and you repeat what the leader is repeating, and it's silly and funny. I remember how hard I worked to memorize the song, because when I was a kid, I thought it was so cool.
My sisters and I have always good-naturedly teased my mom about her knowledge of these random campfire songs...and just random songs in general...but DANG. I can see where these are going to come in handy.
I texted my mom when I got home and said, "I am going to need your book of campfire songs STAT."