The other day Mia kept trying to get my attention, complaining that she didn't feel well. It was a hectic day, and I must have been listening with only half an ear because she finally decided it was time to pull in the big guns.
Taking my hands in hers, she said, "Mommy! I've been trying to tell you all day that I don't feel good and you aren't listening! I just really want you to visit teach me!"
I couldn't resist. "What do you want me to do to visit teach you, Mia?" As far as I knew Mia's only exposure to visiting teaching had been the few times she'd gone with me to visit teach her friend Jackson's mommy, so I expected her definition of visiting teaching to involve playing with toys, eating snacks, or some other preschool age pleasure.
With total earnestness she said, "Visit teach means take care of me, say prayers for me, and tell me stories."
Mia was surprised when I picked her up and danced her around the room, singing, "You get it! You really, really get it! Mia, you are a true little Relief Society sister at heart!"
Who'd have thought that a three-year old could distill it down to perfect purity? I love, love, love the visiting teaching program because we get to take care of each other, pray for and with each other, and tell the happy news of the gospel to each other while we share the stories of our lives.
Mia is going to be one heck of an awesome visiting teacher.
