Spencer has been out in the mission field for 2 1/2 months now. I can hardly stand it. I was doing relatively well until my Mother's Day phone call. It was so great to hear from him and hear how he was doing. And learn about all that he was doing. But just as we were to hang up he said I will talk to you in Dec. I just wanted to melt into a puddle. Dec. I don't want to wait til Dec. to hear all the great wonderful things you are experiencing and what life is giving to you. So I naturally did what I do best. CRY, and Cry and cry. That's what I have been doing a lot of these days. Not just because Spencer is out in the mission field but Connor my BABY is graduating and moving away to college in Aug. That's just NOT enough time! I want more time. Now I spend my time hoping I have taught him everything he needs to know. Will he be ok, can he take good care of himself. Will he eat properly, will he get to bed on time, hang out with good people? Continue to go to church? So I have been on my knees praying and also fasting so that when I once again turn another child over the the Lord he will help guide them while I cannot be wispering in his ears what to do.
Now what will I do if I don't have anyone to "mother"? I guess I will "grandmother"! I have two just beautiful grandkids that I can love and huggle and enjoy while they are still small enough to enjoy it.
Who knew that this transition into a new chapter of my life would be so exciting, challenging, wonderful and hard. I guess my MOM and MIL. They both survived and it looks like I will too.
