The last time I got to hug my son was eighteen months ago today. Eighteen months ago today, I hugged my son for the last time for two years, and two years seemed like a very long time. I couldn’t hardly think about how I was going to be able to handle two whole years! I had just one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, say goodbye to my son for two years. At the time two years seemed like forever!
Now here it is eighteen months later and two years doesn’t seem all that long. It almost feels like not long enough because of all the amazing blessings and all the growing I have seen in my son’s and in my testimony! I almost don’t want his mission to end.
I said ALMOST. Of course I miss my son so much, and I am so excited to have him home. I am so looking forward to hugging my son again, and I just know that I will miss being a missionary mom, it has been one of the best things of my life. I also love seeing all the good and wonderful changes in my son. I can’t believe how fast these eighteen months have gone!
Time will go by fast is what so many people would tell me, and I didn’t believe them. The thing is, there was times when the time seemed to stop, and move at a snail’s pace! Then there were times where it felt like I couldn’t believe that another month had past! The last month went by the slowest! Three weeks seemed like forever, I could hardly take it!
For some moms the time does seem to fly by, and for others it can crawl so slow, and then there can be a mixture of both. Either way, it reminds me of pregnancy , its different for everyone.