It is embarrassing that I haven't written for awhile. A lot has happened ... if you can imagine. Last I wrote, I was in the middle of mothering five children who were under my roof most of the time. It's an all consuming thing ... parenting. And another thing... it goes so quickly. As it has been said; "The days pass slowly... the week, months, and years pass quickly. " Fast forward (almost) four years to now- my oldest just graduated and in 5 days will be flying off to begin his mission in the Ghana missionary training center to serve in The Cote d'Ivoire , Yamoussoukro mission, my second will be entering his junior year in high school, my third will be in 9th grade, my fourth will be in 6th grade (this one boggles my mind) and my baby and fifth will be entering 1st grade- WOW! Time flies when you are having fun, right? Well, it hasn't always been fun and games. Parenting is a mixed bag; highs and lows, tears of joy and tears of sadness, good times and bad times- just like life. What has always remained constant and ever present is our love of God, love of each other, belief in eternal families and the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Having taught these principles to my own children- it is thrilling to think that now, Harrison, our first born, will be teaching the people in his mission for two years about something that has shaped his own life and has been the center of our own family; This Gospel. How grateful I am to have the knowledge that I have of a true and living God who cares and loves each one of his children (yes, you and me) and wants us to live with our families for eternity. As the world becomes more corrupt and more confused about what is truth and what is right, I pray that i will always stay close to the spirit to discern and know what is true and what is right- and that each one of my children will do the same. I plan to continue writing to help me through sending a missionary off in the next few days. I have heard that it is an event that is truly the highest of highs and the lowest of lows for a mother. It is a weird thing to think of sending my child; a person that has been under my wing from the time he was born until now- 18 years later- to a strange land - to only communicate with him through email ( every week- hopefully!!) and on the phone at Christmas and Mother's Day. I have raised my children with the desire and tried to prepare them for this day- but now that it is upon us- it seems unnatural to want to do so. I pray that we will be comforted as we go through these next few days, weeks, months, and two years.
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