I woke up to an email sent from his new mission president. He included these two pictures and told me that he already loves my son. Such tender and reassuring words to a mother of a missionary.
Just before I got off the phone with C, I got choked up telling him that he was now able to live his favorite song. That he could go share this gift that he loves so much with those that are needing and seeking for the truth in their lives.
It's strange to think that his two months of MTC life are over. It's gone by so quickly for all of us. I laid in bed last night hardly able to sleep thinking about all the last few things I wish I had said to him. Follow all the rules, stay with your companion at all times, be humble, and my favorite from Gordon B. Hinckley's father, "Forget yourself and get to work". I know that he will.
I can't help but go back eighteen years when I wrote a little poem for him because of a missionary tag someone had given him. It said:
My mommy's got me dressed,
So I can go and serve the Lord.
But come on mommy, you should know,
I've got 18 years or more.
I'm learning and preparing,
right now this very day; how to dress,
how to speak, even how to pray.
I've got myself some scriptures,
my tie, and then my badge.
My hair is cut, my pants are clean,
my shirt is even pressed.
I can't wait to serve my mission,
I know it will be great!
Now I'm off to look at scripture pictures,
Off I go, I can't be late.
My son has grown up. He's a missionary. I know there's nowhere else he'd rather be than in the field.