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|A Letter I Don’t Know Where to Send|
Aug. 31st, 2009 at 9:39 pm
Dear Absentee Home Teachers,
Hi. My name is ESO. I don’t know if I know you already or not, because I don’t know who you are. I haven’t had home teachers who visited for a year and a half. I know you aren’t the old guys (the ones I saw a year and a half ago) because they were total over-achievers–medical students–you know the type. I don’t know if you are one companionship ignoring us all that time or a couple of different ones.
I would like to know who you are, but I’m not sure why. I don’t need you to bring me the First Presidency message, because I can totally read. I don’t need a handyman. When I moved a few months ago, I wouldn’t have asked for your help; I hired some guys. It would be nice to know who to call if one of us needed a blessing, though.
Most of all, I would love to feel integrated with the ward. As a working Mom, I miss out on a lot of the female socialization opportunities. As a woman who attends Church with just my kids, I feel like men avoid me. Since I have a stake calling, much of the ward probably thinks I am inactive.
So I don’t know a lot of people, and I certainly don’t know many people well. I would love to have someone who at least knew us, knew my kids’ names, and could smile at them when they wiggle around during Sacrament Meeting.
We wouldn’t be too demanding. 15 minute visits are totally fine and you don’t even have to think of a lesson. We don’t need monthly visits–quarterly is just fine for us. Even an e-mail. But if you could just know us, and we could know you, that would be great.