Back to Teaching Primary . . .

I stayed home from most of church yesterday because of my cold, but I prepared our primary lesson and met up with Seth to teach our little ones. We had two yesterday, so it wasn't too bad. We haven't taught in over a month because of me being sick (We teach every other week). The lesson was on Tithing and I had prepared a little piggy bank, and other pictures/stories it was going to be such a great lesson. And then I get there . . . A member of the presidency sat in with us too, so there was only 5 of us but . . .

I was not in the best mood, and that was clear just after a few moments in class. One of my boys would just not sit still! And then my girl had really cute hair and shoes, etc. she is as girl as a girl can be! I'm in the middle of the lesson and counting pennies with them on the floor and she says "Are those fake nails?". Yes, yes they are. Two seconds later I ask the boy how many pennies we should give as tithing if there are ten pennies (perhaps that question is definitely over a 5 yr olds head - but I was just trying to get his attention). And he begins to tell us that he cannot sleep in his parents bed, he needs to sleep in his own. He is just learning english, and is doing a fantastic job, but has developed a stutter. A very, very large/bad not sure how to say it, stutter. We're talking 30 "eh, e, e, e, e, e,e "'s before one word would come out, and then 3 words after than and then 40 more 'eh , e,e,e,e,e,e's" . . . before he could finish one sentence. I was seriously losing patience fast. I would ask them questions and ask for their opinions/experiences/examples, etc. but each time it would take the boy so long to answer - and the answer would have absolutely nothing to do with the lesson or what I was talking about. Holy Cow. I really am not trying to be mean, at all. and It would have been totally fine any other day, but today (yesterday). . . was just not the day for me.

Luckily the time went by faster than I had remembered it to, and we were back home to our relaxing, slow Sunday afternoon. I love Primary though, I do.