Except, as I made my way through that first year of college I saw a lot of girls wearing their medallions. Proudly. What it represented meant a lot to them, was something special. And I found myself feeling envious and decidedly sad. I wished I was wearing a medallion. Why had I not taken it more seriously? Why hadn't it meant more to me?
I went home that summer and talked to my old Young Women leaders and Bishop. They agreed that though I had already been in Relief Society for a year and had clearly missed the traditional deadline, they would give me the summer to finish up the projects I had started while still a Laurel. I worked hard with new determination, but also with a change of heart. My Bishop presented me with my medallion on my 19th birthday...a few weeks before I left for my second year of college.
Rebekah was presented with her medallion this past Sunday. It represents six years of hard work. Skills learned, services rendered, habits formed, and a testimony grown. It has helped shape the person she is today. I am so proud of her. And so glad that even near the end when she got busy and overwhelmed, she never let up. It was that important. It was that special.