A Mother's Heart

A last few minutes with my boy...

I've been feeling a bit sentimental this week, possibly due to the fact that I graduate, from college, in 8 (!!!!!) days. Everything is turned in, including all of next week's work, except for a final in my Capstones (learning how to argue effectively) class. I'm struggling with that one a bit. We have to analyze a situation where we have an issue/disagreement/conflict with another person. I really don't have any of these with anyone, so it's been interesting to work on this assignment. Thankfully, I can pretty much fail this assignment and still have an A in the course, but I still want to do a good job on it. We shall see how it all works out.

Anyway, I'm am so way beyond excited to finally finish my Bachelors Degree, but I'm also feeling a bit sad.

I have absolutely loved this BYU-Idaho journey I've been on since September 2009. Yes, there have been times of frustration and tears. But there have also been many, many, many more times when I've loved what I'm studying because I LOVE to learn.

I'm really going to miss being a student. But I'm excited for what my post-BYUI future holds.

So with that introduction, and keeping in mind my current sentimental state, here's something I've been thinking about...

As a two-time missionary mom, I have noticed something.

Both times we've dropped our boys off at the MTC, and driven away, I've felt like I've left a piece of my heart behind.

I don't mean this in a sad sort of way.

No.

What I mean is I think that piece of my heart goes with my boys into the mission field.

And when they're feeling discouraged, or sad, or tired, or questioning whether or not what they're doing is really making any sort of difference in anyone's life, hopefully that piece of my heart will bring comfort to them and remind them that they are oh, so loved.

And that they can do what they need to do, and say what they need to say.

Because I know they can.

I have no doubt about that.