calling parents

Two Sundays ago, a member of the Primary presidency called me on Sunday night and asked me why I hadn't yet called to tell her how the students who had not attended were doing. "Well" I said, "laziness, I guess." "What are you going to do to rectify the situation Brother Stone?" she queried. "I'll have to think about that," I muttered, rather perturbed. "Some of these kids just need to know you care," she said with too much enthusiasm. "I think it's the parents that are responsible to get their kids to Primary, not me," I retorted rudely. "So when are you going to contact them? You could at least bring them the handout you used in class. You do have a handout prepared each week don't you?" She didn't sound the least bit upset with me, just persistent. "Actually, no," I replied, now ticked. The rest of the conversation was about her telling me how much the Primary presidency felt inspired when I was called, and how she felt I would do a great job. And she thanked me, sincerely, for the progress I was making with her son who is in my class. I hung up and felt like a dingleberry. I got the ward list out and called 5 parents. Each thanked me for my love and concern for their child. I called my presidency lady back and reported, then I told her how sorry I was for being a bum.