Please indulge my crazy first-time momness.
On Sunday, Macy turned 18-months-old and with this milestone comes an important rite of passage for the Latter-day Saint Toddler: Nursery! The first tiny step from the nest.
We made our way into the room and found the perfect toy ... which was promptly taken away by an older child. We quickly found another and a crisis was averted. As I turned to leave, her eyes welled with tears. Oh wait! Those were my eyes. She was just fine.
I went to Sunday School and sat with my ears perked up listening for her war cry, "My Mama". (She calls me Mama which I completely adore.) But luckily the call never came.
On my way to Relief Society, I was feeling practically naked. I stopped for a quick look in the peep hole. (They have an actual peep hole so you can check in on the kids without being spotted.) There were all the kids sitting down listening with Macy running in circles around them.
As Relief Society got underway, I found it was actually quite nice to listen to the lesson and when church was over I was not sweaty and exhausted. I went and picked up a very happy Macy and came to the conclusion that I am really going to like nursery. Oh, and I think Macy might too.
** Side note: I am fully aware that, because I wrote this post, next week will be a complete nightmare with wailing and gnashing of teeth.
** Another note: The picture really has nothing to do with the story unless you see it as her on Memorial day looking into a Crystal ball at the cemetary to see her near future in the nursery. I just think it's a cute picture.
