this weekend was Youth Conference for the Young Men and Young Women in my ward.
(i'm in the YW presidency. have i told you that?)
what comes to your mind when you think of Youth Conference?
i think of embarrassing moments.
for the youth.
like, tripping in front of a cute boy.
or spilling syrup on your shirt at breakfast...and everyone's looking.
you get my drift.
Youth Conference wasn't embarrassing for my Youth. no. not at all.
Youth Conference = embarrassing moments for yours truly (i know, you're shocked).
2 moments come to mind
#1 we arrive with our youth after the amazing fireside given by John Bytheway (it rocked) to the huge dance party (stake dances...think "lady in red," "streets with no name," "electric slide," and "YMCA"). conveniently located all throughout the dance hall were trays with cookies. mmmmm. cookies. so, naturally, yours truly approaches a cookie tray. no sooner than i had put my mouth around one of those cookies did a lady come up to me and ask:
"are you from the "blah-blah-blah ward" (i don't remember the ward she said)....
i pull the cookie away from my mouth.
in a VERY condescending tone, she replied,
"these cookies are for OUR youth, sweetie."
she obviously thought i was one of the youth..
now, remember, i had just put the cookie in my mouth....but i gestured to give her the cookie back because i didn't know what to do.
she then said, "um, honey, you just put that cookie in your mouth. you finish it now." .she proceeded to watch me eat the ENTIRE cookie. it was the most unenjoyable 150 calories i have ever consumed in my life. and humiliating.
#2 (the most embarrassing) no more than 10 minutes after the embarrassing cookie incident did the following occur:
i was standing by some of our young women...chit-chatting, dancing, having a good ol time. well, the DJ apparently gave the challenge for everyone in the room to be dancing. i didnt know that. (the rest of the scenario is kind of fuzzy...i'm trying to block it out from my memory). a young boy...wearing glasses (i don't remember anything else about him) approached me....my heart sank...and asked the dreaded question: "would you like to dance?"
in the same instance, dozens of thoughts buzzed through my mind. how does he not know i've had a baby...which means i "know" a man...which means i'm married...which means i'm taken..which means NO, i cannot dance with you...man, i'm parched....are there any drinks around here? oh yeah, nazi cookie lady is guarding the drinks and the cookies.....
and then finally i responded to that poor boy.
i nervously and awkwardly held up my hand to show him my ring and shakily said, "i'm a leader!" and i literally ran away. didn't walk. didn't skip. RAN.
a 15 year old boy thought i was ..... 15. ish. how embarrassing.
despite these 2 embarrassing incidents...and despite the crazy feeling i had leaving my sweet Ellie behind for a whole night for the first time, Youth Conference was a wonderful, memorable experience. so glad i went.
p.s. here's a pic from the Youth Conference....just MOMENTS before the dance. do i look like i'm 15? ish? what can i do to remedy this situation??