Q: I've just been called as the leader of the girl's youth group at my church and I've swung from initial buzziness to packing for a foreign hideout destination. I was in a youth group for less than a year and can't remember too much of it so I could use some ideas for activities to get them excited and coming up with their own ideas for things they would like to do. Can you 5 remember a great activity - what was it and how did it make you feel? How did you change because of it? What really made it special? Thanks!
One (Pretty Dang Old): Honestly, I don't remember one particular activity. I certainly did lots of stuff - crafts and service and game nights and slumber parties - but all these years later, it's kind of a blur. What stands out very clearly in my quasi-geriatric mind, much more than anything we did, is how some of my adult leaders made me feel. They made me feel *special* (and I use that word very advisedly). When I look back and realize how those women were juggling their own jobs/kids/husbands/households/lives, and I remember how they used to go to girls camp eight months pregnant, or pick me up even though I wasn't even remotely on the way, or would stay super-late after activities just to talk (maybe because my parents kinda forgot to come get me), I am in awe. I'm sure I didn't express my gratitude at the time, but I am deeply grateful now for the love and sacrifice. Honestly, whatever you do, the kids will probably seem ungrateful, so I would say keep it simple and fun, and make lots of time to talk casually about things that really matter.
Two (Teenagers Hate Me): I just went to a clothing swap in NYC. It was great fun even though I didn't pick anything out for myself. I also like crafts. Check out the good life for some crafting ideas. This woman transforms clothes from drab to fab and skanky to swanky. Service is also wonderful and some of my favorite activities were when we would go and visit the mentally ill, the elderly, the sick or serve children in the community.
Three (Hated Being a Teenager): Out of the five of us I'm the closest thing you'll get to the average teenager, so listen close. Teenagers exist in the thin margin that separates children from adults. They are stupid and rash and moody as heck. Because they are figuring out who they want to be--not to mention who they are now--and that's a scary question. (Can you tell I was angsty?) SO, with that in mind, I would suggest doing things that will help them answer such questions. Have a literature night where they each talk about their favorite book. Talk to them about their tastes in music or public media, and when they say things that shock you--because they probably will--try not judge. Speaking of judging, I think that is the most important take away I have for you, the girls won't want to be there if they feel like you're overly critical of them. It can be painful to see people you care about screwing up their nubile lives. And there will be times you'll want to hold their rouged cheeks in you hands and scream into those heavily lined-eyes until they "get it." But refrain. Show them love, and they will love you. Because little Becky won't remember that you took her skating or taught her to cross-stitch, all she'll carry with her is the memory of how you made her feel.
Four (Never Really Was a Teenager): For the most part, my leaders really tried. They put a lot of effort into planning special activities, and, to be honest, I didn't appreciate them enough. (And I was a really good kid!). I would advise you to ask the girls in your group what they want to do. Our gang would have brainstorming sessions about 4X a year. Each girl was given a pack of sticky notes, a pen and 10 minutes to write down different ideas for activities. Some of the ideas were more realistic than others (e.g. learning to swing dance vs. learning to breed ligers), but everyone's ideas were taken into account--and all of the girls felt included and valued.... Or at least I did, and the others should have :) My favorite activities were service oriented. For example, after Hurricane Katrina, we put together hundreds of hygiene packs to send to the areas impacted by the storm. Each girl donated what she could (soap, toothbrushes, towels, etc.) and then we went door to door asking our neighbors to contribute. It was wonderful. Everyone was incredibly generous and it got us all involved in something really worthwhile. I also enjoyed our ice skating trips, sewing tutorials, cook-offs, and caroling trips to nursing homes. They're going to love you. And if they don't, remember this: they're stupid teenagers.
Five (Hates Teenagers): Make them do manual labor. Either that or latchhook. Whatever you do, don't let them interact with young men. They'll ask, then beg, and then shamelessly manipulate, but DO NOT CAVE.
P.S. I'm actually still a participant of my youth group and I'm not giving enough credit to my current leaders, who do a pretty super job. My advice above still stands, but they would probably say to take advantage of promotional opportunities (i.e. first week of hot yoga FREE!), make your primary focus service, and to not stress out about your new duties too much. At worst, you'll badly influence these girls at a crucial point in their development and they'll go into a tailspin which they may or may not recover from, and may ultimately result in a homicidal rampage at a petting zoo. But a less than mind-blowing activity every few weeks probably won't do that.
Yesterday afternoon our beloved Indonesian sister P kidnapped Five and me for a much needed break. (We had been packing for school all day and were both suffering from a severe case of cabin fever.) We went to a cute little bakery called "Happy Cakes", and after doing a complicated mathematical equation, we discovered that six cupcakes would satisfy the three of us. Lemon Raspberry, Chocolate Chocolate, Vanilla, Lemon Drop, "Vegan" (which tasted like French Toast), and, of course, Buttercream Bacon (which--as avid vegetarians--we couldn't eat, but for some reason still wanted to buy...I'm not exactly sure what that says about us). Unfortunately we only made it through four of them, and, surprisingly, my favorite was the vegan one! It was so good.
On a slightly unrelated note (read: while I have your attention!): Any suggestions about what I should bring to school? So far I've been told: Halloween costumes
5 days. 4 airports. 3 layovers. 2 vacation days. 1 performance and SO much in between!
From medical appointments to Stake Temple Day to The FMT almost getting arrested to lunching with new friends to performing for composers to a moped crash (I am relieved and ashamed to say I let The FMT crash alone), to sandy beaches to inner cities, this week really seemed to have it all. Drama, intrigue, excitement, adventure.
While I don't have pictures for everything, Three was kind enough to lent me her camera for the weekend, which I spent in Nantucket for a performance and some fun with my all time favorite travel buddy. Enjoy!


Bye!
From medical appointments to Stake Temple Day to The FMT almost getting arrested to lunching with new friends to performing for composers to a moped crash (I am relieved and ashamed to say I let The FMT crash alone), to sandy beaches to inner cities, this week really seemed to have it all. Drama, intrigue, excitement, adventure.
While I don't have pictures for everything, Three was kind enough to lent me her camera for the weekend, which I spent in Nantucket for a performance and some fun with my all time favorite travel buddy. Enjoy!
Bye!
So...
It looks like September is going to be a pretty exciting month that might just include a debut performance at a particular place in New York City. In a few days, we'll post all the details here. It's super exciting!
It looks like September is going to be a pretty exciting month that might just include a debut performance at a particular place in New York City. In a few days, we'll post all the details here. It's super exciting!
I'll admit: For most of my life, I thought Utah was -- how to put this nicely? -- not my style. It seemed so -- how to put this delicately? -- parochial. And conservative. And I really thought I would rather die than live there. Or, rather, that living there would literally kill me. Because I am not parochial. Or conservative.
But apparently I am small-minded. Because I formed all these vehement opinions without ever having spent any time there.* But that changed when I married my wonderful husband (who happens to be aUtard Utahn). We started visiting. Every year. Whether I wanted to or not. And I'll admit: It was usually not. I may or may not have spent most of my first (and only) Utahn Thanksgiving crying in the bedroom. Out of boredom.
But maybe I should have titled this post "Humble Pie." Because I think I was wrong about the Beehive State. Or at least its saline-monikered capitol. Because the older I get, the more I like it there. And I must be pretty old. Because I like it a lot.
It's just brimming with people I love, things that I like to do, natural beauty, the perfect climate, affable strangers, a few feisty liberals, child-friendly activities, people I love, cheap child-friendly activities, and restaurants with above-average virgin beverage selections. And the skanky magazines are obscured with little plastic sheets in the checkout aisle. And I don't think I heard a single swear word for the entire week. Call me parochial, but I like that.
Which is not in any way to imply that I might consider packing up my hectic, crowded,ghetto cosmopolitan life and move to Zion. Yet. But I certainly can't wait to visit again.
But apparently I am small-minded. Because I formed all these vehement opinions without ever having spent any time there.* But that changed when I married my wonderful husband (who happens to be a
It's just brimming with people I love, things that I like to do, natural beauty, the perfect climate, affable strangers, a few feisty liberals, child-friendly activities, people I love, cheap child-friendly activities, and restaurants with above-average virgin beverage selections. And the skanky magazines are obscured with little plastic sheets in the checkout aisle. And I don't think I heard a single swear word for the entire week. Call me parochial, but I like that.
Which is not in any way to imply that I might consider packing up my hectic, crowded,
She played with dirt and grass and sticks. Isn't it lovely? |
I like art. |
The Princess likes dancing. |
My beautiful friend's magical wedding reception was at a plant nursery. The Princess found this succulent particularly delightful. |
At Temple Square. |
She LOVED watching brides. And photobombing. |
The Princess' signature look. |
Tiny took his first steps into Nanny's arms! But until he gets a little more stable, I think his knees will remain perpetually dirty... |
Some of the other women in Mr. One's life. Isn't Nanny, on the left, lovely? |
Can you guess which one of these beautiful ladies is Tiny's new girlfriend? |
Hungarian reunion!! |
Fingers crossed for some future BFFs |
*I did spend a summer studying Hungarian at the LDS Missionary Training Center.
And it don't get any more parochial than that.
In fact, it's SO parochial, it's like a whole different planet.
So it doesn't count.
So, yesterday was Stake Temple Day in DC. For those of you who don't know, that's when all the equipped Mormons in a specific geographical area go to the local temple on the same day.
I really wanted to be there.
I really wanted to be there.
I'm not actually ready to go inside the temple yet, but I just wanted to say hi to people when they got out. . . you know? I desperately wanted to be, like, "Hi! Great job going to the temple and all!"
I could've brought some cake or something. Just to be nice.
Oh well. Hopefully we'll celebrate Stake Temple Day later.
I really wanted to be there.
I really wanted to be there.
I'm not actually ready to go inside the temple yet, but I just wanted to say hi to people when they got out. . . you know? I desperately wanted to be, like, "Hi! Great job going to the temple and all!"
I could've brought some cake or something. Just to be nice.
Oh well. Hopefully we'll celebrate Stake Temple Day later.