Last night, my husband and I accompanied our 16 year old to get his patriarchal blessing. It was beautiful!
Then, we ran home and picked up our nineteen year old daughter and our 17 year old son, and transported ALL THREE of them to their mission preparation class.
After class, I took them to visit a friend who's leaving on his mission to Germany on Wednesday.
And the realization that those big three kids will all be gone in the next two years, hit me again, as it has so often in the last few months.
I raised them for this! I have worked from morning until night, day in and day out, only to send them out on their own, never to return back to childhood.
I just never expected that it would happen so fast.
|The boys, in a rare, quiet moment.|
Wasn't it only yesterday, that my boys, 13 months apart, were running around with mischief in their eyes and destruction in their wake?
|Miss Morgie, age 1|
Wasn't it only yesterday, that my eldest daughter begged me with her big eyes to understand what she needed and felt, without being required to speak?
I couldn't wait until they learned to calm down, get it together, figure it out, and grow up!!!
But then they did.
I still have lots of giggling and mischief and gobs of destruction going on at my house. There are still plenty of little ones, growing every day. I am so grateful for a "second chance" of sorts within my big family.
But, I wish...
I wish I had appreciated the JOY more with my first ones.
I wish I had been more patient. More loving. More... appreciative of my limited time with them.
I want them to go. I want them to try their wings and face the world with courage.
I WANT them to be the amazing adults they are becoming.
But I will miss them......
|L. to R.- Brennan (now 17), Bonny (14), Morganne (19), Lliam (16)|
My soon-to-be Missionaries.