“I need to let him go.”
Marie Lu, Prodigy
“When I leave, I won’t tell you goodbye—but only because I’m taking you with me.”
Jarod Kintz, Whenever You’re Gone, I’m Here for You
“Thank God I found the GOOD in goodbye.”
You’d think that sending out your third kid on a mission would make one a seasoned, poised veteran of goodbyes.
Bidding farewell to my son, Connor, was a compounded kind of difficult. I was a massive ball of nerves. Partly because he was younger (he was 18. Ashley was 22 when she left on her mission, Lauren 19), and a great deal to do with is he ready?
Oh, don’t get me wrong. He is beyond his years brilliant, responsible, highly social, and has a commanding knowledge of the gospel, but organized…weeell, somehow that gene did not latch on to his DNA.
So I fretted about things that mothers are good at fretting: I worried he would lose his wallet or forget his credit card at a store. I envisioned him leaving behind a suit when moving apartments or misplacing his head if it weren’t screwed on tight. How do you imbue someone with more awareness? I’ll tell you, you can’t. You just cross your fingers that when they know mom’s not around, the efficiency kicks in gear.
There were many sleepless nights before Connor left. Surprisingly too many. Why am I such a nervous-wreck boob? To me, the fear seemed beyond worry-wart mom allowance. So I’d question. Am I not trusting God? Do I not trust Connor? What’s really going on here?
Then the answer hit me: Continue reading