Just before I gave birth to my first child (over 9 years ago), I was released from my church calling as the Primary chorister. When I returned to church after a month or so, I was called to be the Relief Society pianist; nice and easy for a new mother.
After performing in that calling for just a few weeks, we went on vacation. Our intent was to drive to Utah to visit Jay's grandmother. We didn't make it. On the way we were involved in a pretty serious car accident. I spent the next month in the hospital, and the following 6 months in a wheelchair/learning to walk again. So, of course I was released as the R.S. pianist.
When I finally got back into the swing of things, I was called to be the ward choir director. Shortly after that I was called to serve in the nursery as well. Just before I had my second child, I was released from the nursery, but continued to serve as the choir director until child #2 was about 10 months old, when I was called as a counselor in the Primary Presidency.
At the end of two years in the presidency, my third child was barely 3 months old. The Primary President's husband had been called to serve in the bishopric, so I knew we were getting released. I thought to myself, "Well, since I have a new baby, they will probably call me to something easy, like Relief Society Pianist."
No. Instead, to my utter shock, I was called to be the Primary President.
Four years later (with no baby, not even a toddler), I was expecting to be released at any time. This week was finally it. There is no place I would rather serve than in Primary, and the calling I was really hoping for was Primary Teacher.
Nope. I almost laughed when the bishop said, "We would like you to serve as the Relief Society Pianist."
I am sad to leave Primary because I love it so much, but I guess there must be something I'm supposed to learn as the Relief Society Pianist.
(But I still hope I will be back in Primary again before long.)