Excusing myself, I quickly entered the children's nursery where I was astounded at what was happening. There was our Relief Society President sitting at a table with about seven out-of-control preschoolers. Flustered, she looked up at me as if I was her rescuer, then she blurted out that the other helper had needed to leave. "Since you are so good with children, could you handle things yourself?" Without waiting for an answer, she quickly fled out of the room. I was stunned for a moment, then I quickly sat down with the children. For an hour we had a fun time together making crafts.
Later, I tried to make sense of what had happened that day. This president was a mature woman with gray hair, which at that time, I thought made her amazingly competent in doing everything. In fact, she had been impressive in all I had seen her do up to this point. She graciously greeted women, led meetings, planned activities, gave lessons, and cared for those in need. She was what I hoped to be "when I grew up".
