Just recently I’ve noticed that my kids are already beginning to show signs of being missionary kids. It rather took me by surprise as… I don’t really know what I was expecting… Maybe that some switch would be flipped when we crossed over the U.S. border and they would magically become a “missionary kid”?
We were in the car the other day and Dylan was asking about our house –
“No not the house we’re living in now mom, the house that we’ll live in after school. But that won’t be our real house, our real one is going to be in the jungle right?”
Growing up as an MK, I completely remember that feeling of not knowing quite where I belonged. There was that house that I spent most of my time in, in the deep, dark, beautiful jungle, but then there was what my parents told me was “home” in the States. That home was different every time we came on furlough though, so it wasn’t really home and… you get the picture. Home to me quickly became where my family and the other dearest people in my life were.
Now my kids are embarking on that same journey. It’s scary in some ways, because I know and have experienced many of the things they will be experiencing. But it’s also exciting! I’m thrilled that God has given us the opportunity to share this with our kids! That He’s giving them a chance to see life in a different way than many of their peers here will be able to.
Please be praying for us as we seek to parent wisely and well through the different situations that will come. And please be praying for our kids as they’re learning and will continue to learn how to transition well to the many changes ahead.
~Stacy