The words "we are ready to release you" were the most painful things I could have heard that day. My heart is broken. I was released today as primary president. I have known for a few weeks that this was happening but have been unable to talk about it, making it much worse. Just when I think I have cried all my tears out over the last few weeks, I find myself crying again. I want to badly to just hug them all at once and just cry. I know this sounds so ridiculous to many and most of my feelings are just too much to even get out.
I find myself feeling as if I am grieving the loss of 100 children. I cry at the sight or thought of not being with them every week. I have been crying when the primary children come up and hug me knowing this won't happen anymore. I cried when a child waved at me and smiled. I cried when I heard them sing some of my favorite songs. I cried as they bore their testimonies in sacrament. I am sad that this part is over. I can not lie and say I feel relieved because at this point I do not. I feel angry and confused. I have a wall up and it doesn't seem to want to come down. For those who know me well, know that this is just my defense mechanism. They know it isn't real but if I don't do this, I won't be able to face them.
All I know is primary. After being reactivated, I was called into primary after 4 months so I know nothing else. The 4 months I was in relief society, I felt alone and not like all the other parents. I found myself feeling judged for being a working mom when almost every lesson resulted in talking about stay at home moms. I was so happy to be out when I was called into primary.
I am scared that I have no reason to go. I am scared to wonder if I have the strength to show up. I am not going to sugar coat my feelings about it. I feel lost. I feel alone and I feel like no one understands.
Why do I feel like no one understands? Well, I have had the chance to talk to some dear friends prior to my release and everyone would seem so non-emotional about it. They would say "there will be another calling", "just let it go" and other words that in no way made me feel comforted. I then wonder why am I taking this so hard.
When I was called into the primary, I had been praying about wanting to be around children more and was considering moving jobs to be at a pediatric facility. I figured instead Heavenly Father wanted me to have 100 of them at one time every week. That was the answer to my prayer.
Now, I was scared and had no idea what I was to do. I had never had a calling before. I didn't know much about the gospel from being inactive for 15 years. How would I be able to teach the kids? Were they sure I was the right person?
I have grown to appreciate the gentle sweet spirit the children have, the innocence and the inspiration they bring. It is so easy to love them. Of course there were times of frustration on many levels. Feeling the burden of the well-being of all the children, the lack of committed teachers at times, and even at times feeling like I was alone with the concern of all the needs in primary. Will I miss that? Perhaps it will be relief at the beginning but in reality I was used to it. I was used to scrambling for teachers or splitting up classes. I was used to the burden to care for them all. I was used to being the one who wanted only to do more and more for the children. And now, I have nothing to do. That is not relief.
My thoughts have wandered to not understanding the plan Heavenly Father has for me. Why would He take the only thing I love and know in the church away from me. Again, I know for many reading this there are so many logical church answers. Regardless of the response you have, I am not interested. I will listen but it won't sink in. It doesn't make me feel better. Not right now. Maybe in time but just not now. Reading talks about 'don't be sad when you are released' is a bunch of crap. I am sad and I don't want to feel judged because I am.
I just need time to grieve. I need time away from it all. I need time to find my place in this big social community of church. I need to find where I belong. I need people to try to be understanding. I don't expect acceptance or people to agree. Let me deal with it in my own way and in my own time.