Will it always be so...?

Today was my first day in 2 years that I haven't dashed to the Primary Room just before the little munchkins arrived for their 2 hours of classes. I went into Sunday School, and felt completely lonely. So dumb...because the room was filled with about 30 other adults, rattling off answers, discussing interesting things... great subject about the saints and their sacrifice to travel to the west in search of religious freedom....I thought of the answers the primary kids would give to the questions that the teacher presented to the class.... I sat quietly, and tried to think of something to add... but all I longed to do was to tiptoe down the hallway to see how MY KIDS were doing. I don't mean my biological kids... I mean my primary kids. It's not that the new presidency has made me feel like I can't be in there.. but I wanted to give them their space... so they didn't feel under the microscope with me in the room. Self imposed exile, you might call it. When the break came between Sunday School and RS, I feined a bathroom break, and snuck up to the primary door and listened. Primary was in full swing. There was laughing and singing... primary as usual. A twinge of sadness dashed across my heart... just briefly. A small and fleeting thought accompanied it... "They don't even miss me." As I made my way back to the RS room, preparing myself to substitute for the pianist...I shook my head to relieve myself of the "gloom and doom". I sat through RS and enjoyed the lesson, thinking how strange it was not to be working on something for Sharingtime. It will take some getting used too...but I'll find my way. It may be fun afterall. As I herded my children into our new van....and stood outside it to talk for a few minute to the YW president... 2 little primary girls came up to me and showed me what they made in Primary....I 'oohed-and ahhed' over their fun activity.... and asked if they had fun today. I was not prepared for their answer. Delany said "Oh yes, but where were you???You missed some fun. Can't you come back next week to play with us?" Teresa agreed. I laughed and said that I had to be a grown-up and go to my classes now that Sister **** is there. Teresa said... "Well, can't you just come sometimes?" By this time, a few more kids joined in the begging. I looked at them, blinking back the tears... and told them I'd come and play every once in a while. They scampered away at the calling of their parents... I got into the car.... to continue waiting for my husband.... and said a little prayer of gratitude, with tears streaming down my face. They did miss me after all. All I can think of now is: what a blessing that the children didn't mind the transition. What a testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.... It doesn't matter who teaches it...it's still true.