10 unexpected blessings of being the parent of a missionary

10 unexpected blessings of being the parent of a missionary

10 unexpected blessings of being the parent of a missionary
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It was one of the toughest, most heart-wrenching days of my life.

That was the morning we dropped off our oldest son at the Salt Lake International Airport so he could fly to the Mexico City Missionary Training Center to prepare for his mission to Ecuador.

There were other families and missionaries at the airport huddled close, taking photos, giving hugs and shedding tears. It was both poignant and awkward as my wife and my five other sons said our final goodbyes.

As we watched our son disappear through the security line, we just stood there, hoping he would get to the right gate. He’s a smart kid, but we couldn’t help but wondering if he would he make his flight to Phoenix and his connecting flight to Mexico City. He had never gone outside the country before in his life.

We drove home from the airport in silence, other than the sound of occasional, muffled sobs. Our car had never been so quiet. As I gazed at our five sons in the rearview mirror, I noticed they had this bewildered and shell-shocked look on their faces, like we had just dropped off a beloved family pet at the Humane Society.

Certainly, it was a bittersweet event. We had looked forward to this day since he was born. We had talked about it, prepared for it, prayed for it. But once he was gone, I couldn’t help but ask myself, “What have we done?”

As I drove down I-15 toward home, separation anxiety hit me and tears filled my eyes. I could barely see the road. I already missed my son.

Then the thought crossed my mind: If all of our other boys leave for their missions at 18, as our oldest did, there’s a chance that drive to the airport that morning could be the last time we’d all be together for almost a decade.

The first several hours after we returned home from the airport crawled like a prison sentence. Just two years, 24 months, 104 weeks, 730 days, 17,520 hours to go.

When we received a brief email from our son late that afternoon from the Mexico City MTC, we were thrilled and relieved. Then we knew we’d be able to sleep that night.

Of course what we were enduring that day was nothing new. This was not a unique experience. LDS families have been going through this every week for decades. Suddenly I had a newfound respect for parents who sent kids on missions, including my own. I never realized how hard it would be. For the first time, I viewed missionary service from the viewpoint of a parent rather than from the viewpoint of a missionary.

Our son has been on his mission in Ecuador for a little more than one year. Like any other missionary, he has had ups and downs along the way as he has had to adjust to a new culture, a new language and new food (he’s had several hospital visits due to illnesses). But he’s matured and grown spiritually. He loves his mission and the people of Ecuador.

In early September, we’ll go through this all over again when our second son flies to the Buenos Aires, Argentina MTC before serving in Paraguay. I’ve heard that it doesn’t get any easier.

I’ve always known that families receive many blessings when they send a missionary into the field, but now as a first-time parent of a missionary, I now know that’s true, and I understand what that means. Here are 10 unexpected blessings we’ve received:

1. I look forward to, and love, Mondays.

When I served a mission in Chile years ago, the only form of communication I had was through letters, which would take weeks to arrive to the United States.

Now, thanks to email, and the miracle of technology, we can receive word from missionaries in real-time, without a month-long lag. It’s like receiving a priceless gift every Monday, akin to Christmas morning. On Monday afternoons, I stare at my computer screen in anticipation of receiving the latest email from my son. And when I get his latest message, I savor every word, analyze it, and read it over and over again. Reading about his experiences, and reading his testimony, and seeing pictures, is a true blessing.

Here’s what President Thomas S. Monson has said about missionary letters. This was in 1987, before the advent of email, but it still applies:

“In many respects, a mission is a family calling. The letters which a missionary sends to Mother and Father are packed with power — spiritual power. They are filled with faith — abiding faith. I’ve always maintained that such letters seem to pass through a heavenly post office before being delivered to home and family. Mother treasures every word. Father fills with pride. The letters are read over and over again — and are never discarded. I trust parents will remember that their letters to a missionary son or daughter bring home and heaven close to him or to her and provide a renewal of commitment to the sacred calling of missionary. God will inspire you as you take pen in hand to express to one you love the feelings of your soul and the love of your heart.”

2. The influence a missionary has on siblings — and parents.

I’ve noticed my younger sons being amazed at my son’s transformation from boy to man during his mission. All the things that we as parents had been saying to our children for years are being repeated by our missionary son in his personal letters to them — encouraging them to read The Book of Mormon, say their prayers and be obedient. Our sons know much better now, from their oldest brother’s experience, what it means to be a missionary. They’re learning that it’s the hardest thing they will do at that point of their lives — and it’s worth it. They will be better missionaries because of their brother’s example.

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2 COMMENTS

  1. Every word if this is true. Especially the realization on the way home that this will probably be the last time you are all together in years. Monday’s truly are like Christmas. What mission in Paraguay is your son going to? My son is in the Asuncion mission right now!

  2. I did it 6 times — well, actually 5 MTC days, just dropped off two boys on one of them. It is the most heart wrenching day and heart wrenching 2 years. I literally felt like I had a hole in my heart the entire time my boys (and one daughter) were out. I remember the first time I got all of the first batch of overlapping missionaries home and felt whole again. I’m a little bit sad that in 6 months I will no longer be a missionary mom, but I’m so glad I don’t have to go through another MTC day.

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