My congregation at church has about 10 little girls aged 8-12. For the last year the other congregation that shares our building has had only 2 little girls, so I willingly invited them to be a part of our Activity Days.
Well, about a month ago a new family started going to the other congregation. This family had an adorable little 10 year old girl. She and her mom came to one of my activities in September. We made rag dolls that night and everyone had a BLAST...I thought. When the new mom introduced herself she seemed a little blunt and pushy.
I shrugged it off figuring that she probably has a big family and had a crazy day, and, well, I give most people the benefit of the doubt.
Fast forward to this week. I diligently bake up a storm in anticipation of 12 little girls, like usual. I haul the 50 million things with me down the 2 flights of stairs from my apartment and load up my car. I drag all this stuff for 12 girls from my car to the building in bone-chilling weather. I set up the mountain of cupcakes in eager anticipation for my 12 little cuties to come filing through the door.
Right at 7, 3 of my girls are sitting with me. I figure everyone else is late because, well, people are always late. We start my lesson.
About 10 minutes into my lesson I notice the 3 girls from the other ward are hovering near my door. I turn my head and see the new pushymom. She looks me up and down with an air of entitlement and says, "Things were a bit too chaotic at your activity day, so I'm going to do my own thing with my girls." She turns and leaves.
No apology for springing this on me at the last minute. No acknowledgement that now 1/4 of the work I've done in preparation for the activity that night is now wasted. No thanking me for taking care of it for them for the last year. No discussion about the girl's progress and what we've been doing for the last year. Nothing.
I was dumbfounded and just sat there reeling from the rude slap across the face I'd just received. This lady, in one mean spirited quick comment made me feel like the work I'd been doing for the last year wasn't up to snuff. That I wasn't to be trusted with the development of these little minds. That all I brought to the table was chaos. I sat there feeling like a little lump of poo.
The only great thing was that at the end of the night the other three girls were wandering around the building and they peeked into our room. We were just finishing up decorating the awesome cupcakes and they all exclaimed, "You guys got to do CUPCAKES?!?!? Awesome! No fair!"
That felt a little better.