Maybe it’s because he is my baby, but it seems like Alex’s mission has lasted longer than any of the other kid’s. Today he is traveling by car, with the AP’s, from Zambia to Harare. He’s an emotional guy so today will be full of tears as he leaves Zambia, he has spent so much of his mission there. My heart aches for him. However, a mission is only two years for good reason, it’s time for him to move on to the next phase of his life and he will be okay. He adapts quickly to whatever situation he finds himself in. I know the transition back after a mission is a challenge, he will be okay!
Now, as much as I can feel his great sadness at leaving Africa, it is hard for me to contain my joy at the prospect of seeing him again on Thursday. I told him that I will be the tall one jumping up and down and he said he will be the taller one with his pants falling off!!! I suppose he is trying to warn me that he has lost a lot of weight. I am not surprised.
How did this heart of mine become so entwined with the hearts of my children? It feels their pain and sadness as well as their joy. I love them. I am proud of them. I am grateful for the blessing of being their mom.