Once upon a time we lived in Gtowne and drove to church in SA. M was a baby when we first drove once a month. By the time M was 2 we were driving 3 times a month to SA. When we got back to Gtowne we would attend choir with the local ward. Once a month we would stay in town to sing with the choir and interpret for G in Primary.
For many years church was 3 hours here in SA. We had Sacrament Meeting, Sunday School and Primary with interpreters.
3 years ago the deaf group started to have sacrament meetings so our family had 4 hour church. Hearing Sacrament, Sunday School, Primary, and deaf Sacrament meetings. When the church instituted 2 hour church, it was 3 hour church for us. The deaf Sunday School met separately and 2 years ago the RS began meeting separately from the hearing sisters.
In January the deaf children began meeting separately for Primary. There was now no overlap and no interpreters needed for the deaf. All classes for the deaf were taught in sign language! Then the hearing ward shifted times 1 hour. The bad news is 4 hour church! The good news is that we can fully participate in hearing ward, then deaf ward. I was missing the hearing ward as my time and obligation was more and more separated from them.
On Sunday I bore my testimony about my mom and her super power of gratitude. She could be grateful for a broken leg. I can be grateful for 4 hour church.
Maybe we'll teach L to sign after all.
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