I have had an unsettling revelation as of late. This weekend was the highly anticipated California YSA Conference, and one of the less spiritually uplifting things I learned this weekend is that I am slowly becoming an old spinster Hagatha. We opened our house to 3 girls who traveled far for the conference. I didn't meet these girls until a loud knock at 1am Saturday night woke me up. As I was orienting them to our apartment, they stood there silently, look at each other, and then looked at me, blankly. Awkward! I tried not to take it personally as it was late and maybe they were tired. Morningtime, I tried to engage them again.... and the same thing: they stare at me in silence, look at each other, and then look blankly back at me. My roommate comes in and starts talking... she's a lot more sociable and engaging than I am, so I thought she'd have better luck... but not really. Finally, they start to talk and are basically saying how their parents sent them off with the encouragement, "Maybe you'll meet that someone there." Another girl, "Maybe you'll get engaged by the end of the weekend." We then figure out that the girls are 17, 18, and 19. WHAT?! At that point, I realized that I was that old hagatha spinster they were hoping they wouldn't become. Here we were talking about disappointments/ frustrations of dating, eating pints of ice cream in one sitting, etc... and I'm sure they were petrified of becoming 25+ and (gasp!) single!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Frightening Revelation
Look at me being a blogging master... I bet no one is even reading this because they gave up on checking my blog, which was already inconvenient enough because you have to log in. ANYWAY, I digress.
I have had an unsettling revelation as of late. This weekend was the highly anticipated California YSA Conference, and one of the less spiritually uplifting things I learned this weekend is that I am slowly becoming an old spinster Hagatha. We opened our house to 3 girls who traveled far for the conference. I didn't meet these girls until a loud knock at 1am Saturday night woke me up. As I was orienting them to our apartment, they stood there silently, look at each other, and then looked at me, blankly. Awkward! I tried not to take it personally as it was late and maybe they were tired. Morningtime, I tried to engage them again.... and the same thing: they stare at me in silence, look at each other, and then look blankly back at me. My roommate comes in and starts talking... she's a lot more sociable and engaging than I am, so I thought she'd have better luck... but not really. Finally, they start to talk and are basically saying how their parents sent them off with the encouragement, "Maybe you'll meet that someone there." Another girl, "Maybe you'll get engaged by the end of the weekend." We then figure out that the girls are 17, 18, and 19. WHAT?! At that point, I realized that I was that old hagatha spinster they were hoping they wouldn't become. Here we were talking about disappointments/ frustrations of dating, eating pints of ice cream in one sitting, etc... and I'm sure they were petrified of becoming 25+ and (gasp!) single!It kinda made me laugh, because I look at who I was at 19 vs. who I am now. Because I've had these extra years, I know that I will be a better wife and mother if I'm blessed enough to play those roles in my life. But I also remember being that age, and looking at how many beautiful, accomplished, talented women reached their later 20's without getting married and being scared that that would be me... and now I AM that person! Agh!
I have had an unsettling revelation as of late. This weekend was the highly anticipated California YSA Conference, and one of the less spiritually uplifting things I learned this weekend is that I am slowly becoming an old spinster Hagatha. We opened our house to 3 girls who traveled far for the conference. I didn't meet these girls until a loud knock at 1am Saturday night woke me up. As I was orienting them to our apartment, they stood there silently, look at each other, and then looked at me, blankly. Awkward! I tried not to take it personally as it was late and maybe they were tired. Morningtime, I tried to engage them again.... and the same thing: they stare at me in silence, look at each other, and then look blankly back at me. My roommate comes in and starts talking... she's a lot more sociable and engaging than I am, so I thought she'd have better luck... but not really. Finally, they start to talk and are basically saying how their parents sent them off with the encouragement, "Maybe you'll meet that someone there." Another girl, "Maybe you'll get engaged by the end of the weekend." We then figure out that the girls are 17, 18, and 19. WHAT?! At that point, I realized that I was that old hagatha spinster they were hoping they wouldn't become. Here we were talking about disappointments/ frustrations of dating, eating pints of ice cream in one sitting, etc... and I'm sure they were petrified of becoming 25+ and (gasp!) single!
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This week my non-LDS coworkers decided that I was old and needed to get married. I figured it's bad when it's not just coming from the mormons. It's ok, my residents tell me I have plenty of time. I guess old is a very relative term depending on who you're talking to.
Nice new look. Can you change the font to white to make it easier to read?
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