This week has been rather emotional all week. I'm trying to unravel how I'm feeling. It hasn't been a bad week, I suspect that I'm just tired. This week has been a week of service. Service that was needed and freely given, but I'm allowed to be tired too.
This week started my "new" calling. I was moved to Ada's YW's group. I'm excited to be with her and excited to work with this age group too. There are more challenges than I thought there would be, but the girls aren't as busy as the older group so that's a plus. Out of our list of 12 girls, 6 come on a regular basis. One is non-binary and has decided that witchcraft is a thing, but also wants to come to activities. Two of them come from broken homes so are only around part time. 2 are in full time sports. 1 already has a job at 14. 2 of them are uber shy (one of them only comes if her mom is coming too.) I love to see how Ada reacts and loves each of these girls no matter their challenges. Adjusting to my new girls and new co-leaders.... and adjusting my viewpoint of what is expected of me has been more emotional than I thought it would be. Another plus side of moving classes is that I get to work with my daycare partner as my YW's partner as well. We already work well together so I think this will be nice.
Good news though, we were able to get Cristina, Frede and Lia all fingerprinted and get them to the DMV to get Drivers Permits and pass their written tests! It's been a 5 year road of renewing passports, getting all the right paperwork, Covid, cancer and finally this. They just need to hold their permits for 3 months, pass their driving tests and take one more online test... One step at a time. I won't be able to translate for their driving tests, so I told them to go practice the words that were on the written test in english. Sometimes it feels like I have a bunch of teenagers. At least by the time my teens get there, I might know what I'm doing.
Emma had mastitis, so I took Peter overnight so that she could sleep and recover. Putting him to bed is the funniest thing. He looks like a soldier laying under his blankets. It's fun that he's getting more communicative.
Hannah has come after school twice this week. She's trying to sort out her feelings and say goodbye to everyone. They finally took her mom into custody and have her on a 6-month treatment plan, which means that Hannah's brother is trying to get legal custody through the courts. Their case was heard this week and she's flying out to South Carolina this weekend. She's happy and sad. You can see that she's a complete bundle of nerves. Ada and I have been trying to be a fun and safe place for her. I don't know how Ada's going to feel when her friend is not only not in our neighborhood but is far away in another state and eventually in Japan when her brother's orders go through. I will miss her. I kind of feel like she's been a close part of our family even if it's only been for a little while. I'll have to make sure that I'm a safe place for Ada while she's adjusting.
I feel like Ada is officially all grown. (I'm starting to see why my mom was more emotional when "happy" things were happening to me.) She wanted to get her ears pierced. We went yesterday with Hannah and they had so much fun browsing all the earrings together. I hope it's a fun and good memory. She looks very grown up and has Evelyn saying that she wants her ears pierced now too. I'll let her do it eventually, but she's struggling to brush her hair every day let alone take care of newly pierced ears. Later baby, later.
Another plus? I got to hang out and chat with Reid. He needed a ride to a doctor check up for his hip. I love my family. When I think of God's love, I think it's a little like how I feel towards my extended family. I love them through their trials and I love them because of our shared history. I love them despite and because of certain things. Reid and I have such huge different experiences growing up with the same people. We share a lot of political and social views. He's very smart and it's really sad that he's had to struggle with addiction. If we'd met somewhere else, he would be a distant friend, but because he's my family I love him fiercely like I always have. Since I was a little girl, I prayed for him in my prayers and as an adult I've put his name in the temple many times. I love to see him finally find a stableness in his life and start to do better.
I'm almost ready to file our taxes, which will be nice. One more thing I won't have to worry about for a while. Jer has washed almost a weeks worth of laundry because I just couldn't make myself do it this week. He really is spectacular. Next step? I need to submit my food claim for the daycare by next Monday, because Monday will be crazy.
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