This…my sweet “Bald Kid” is leaving us now, for the Missionary Training Center for three months–then on to Siberia–for two years.
I’m deeply proud of his willingness to serve, but—
oh, the ache in my heart.
Behind him it feels as if he’s left a huge gaping hole with no bottom.
The absence of him is in every corner of every room…socks–his socks…. bananas–he loves bananas… his aftershave… his car keys… his Viking quilt… and his kitty that can’t find him–anywhere.
Many moms are so-so perfect at this “sending them off into the great adventurous unknown” to work and serve and grow up. But, as you might expect, I’m not so good at it. Fact is—I’m a blubbering wreck.
I wander around the rooms and think, “I’m not ready for this. No. It’s happening too fast. I need more time…”
More time.
And yet, somehow I’m quite certain we will survive the away-ness of my baby boy–for the next two years–but…
I think…
just barely.
Be brave, and well and happy in your new world my dear, sweet boy, and know that our love and prayers and such a piece of your Mama’s heart are going with you…
till we’re together again.
