The big day.
We had several hours before Conner had to report to the MTC so we tried to spend the time as best we could.
First, games.
Before we checked out of the hotel Scott took the opportunity to give Conner a father's blessing. Definitely a special moment for Scott. He loved his mission and has talked about it on repeat with our kids over the years. And now to see his son taking that big step, going into a mission prepared with a righteous heart ... huge pay day. But also as a dad, hard to watch your oldest son go.
Then we drove over to BYU campus to walk around and grab a few things from the bookstore that Conner needed. New scripture case (his was broken), a key chain, hair gel, and a water bottle.
The grounds at the Museum of Art was a great place to take some family pictures
And Conner chose Wendy's for our lunch spot. Really? Wendy's? The kid has simple tastes and simple pleasures. That $5 Biggie Bag brings him joy!
Lunch was so fun, full of laughter.
While there have been some quiet tears and heartache, my overall goal of this trip was to keep things positive, light, encouraging. To create an atmosphere that focuses on the good. Our conversations centered around the things we are looking forward to hearing about in Conner's mission, wondering & guessing what he will experience in Japan, what the MTC will be like ..... and then we had Payton to throw in expertly timed meme references to really keep it light.
We all know that this mission good-bye is hard thing for the missionary mom (and dad) and I've had so much wonderful support & understanding from other moms who have been in my position and truly know what I'm feeling. But, I wanted to make sure this trip was not about the hard good-bye. Not about my emotions. Not a sob-fest that turns the attention to me and my longing. Conner was no doubt aware of what I might be feeling, and we had a few tender moments where he was kind & attentive. But the conversation was never about how hard it is going to be for us.
My goal was to send Conner off with positivity, encouragement, and so much confidence & support.
Ya, it stinks to be left behind ..... but he has the bigger challenge. A work before him that is harder than anything he has ever done before and is going to stretch him in every way and so I wanted to send him off feeling bolstered and uplifted.
Conner's check-in time was 12:30pm. The MTC drop-off is quick and streamlined (no time for long good-byes) so we followed with popular tradition and went to the Provo Temple grounds just across the street from the MTC to hangout in the grassy shade for our last 40 minutes together.
Light and fun .... Anna played with ladybugs. Payton measured his height against Conner's so he could have a reference point for Conner's return. I got Conner to come up with his very first missionary-related pun on the spot.
It wasn't long before the perimeter of the grassy lawn was filled with small groups of families, also there for their last bits of time. It was a fun sight to look around and see. The nervous or anxious missionary. Brothers and sisters. Some groups had little nieces and nephews crawling in the grass. The mom was easy to spot with a tight-lipped smile, trying to hold it together.
Inevitably, the time finally came.
And that's when it got emotional
I hugged that boy hard. And then I stood in front of him, holding onto his arms and told him two things. Two things I wanted him to remember as he walked through those MTC doors, and next Thursday, and 9 weeks from now when he is boarding that plane to Japan, and each day on his mission.
1. I have every confidence in you. You can do this. You will be amazing. Especially as you allow the Lord to work through you.
2. You are not alone. We are here to support you. Most of all, your Heavenly Father is supporting you every step of the way. Don't forget that.
Then we wiped our tears, jumped into the van (me, a little more shaky on my feet), and brought the party back because it was go time.
Conner and I sat in the back of the van so I could hold onto him for a little bit longer.
And what happened next was a whirlwind! We pulled up the MTC security booth and were immediately greeted by a couple adult women with big grins. "Welcome to the MTC! We're so excited you are here! Do you have an Elder or a Sister?"
Elder. So that meant she stuck a blue post-it note on the corner of our windshield (the sisters were pink) and directed us forward. Later, when we thought back on this experience I told Scott that I felt like we were on a Disneyland ride! There was a steady stream of cars, attendants everywhere with bright smiling faces waving happily to us, and the whole thing moved with expert precision and timing.
You can watch the video below to see it unfold, but I'll also describe the play by play .....
We were told to turn left. That took us down to basement parking garage entrance with a sign that said "New Missionaries Enter Here". As we entered the garage I felt myself starting to break, clutching onto the cupholders in the back of the van I thought, this is really happening.
As we weaved around the garage we soon noticed a group of super happy missionaries standing behind a row of temporary crowd barriers. They were grinning from ear to ear and waving vigorously. They wore black missionary name tags along with a big sticker that said, "HOST". Seeing their faces settled my panic and brought a wave of excitement, joy, elation, and even laughter. Thank you missionaries! You are so so good.
Around the next corner we saw another group of ridiculously happy missionaries. As the caravan of cars lined up and slowed to a stop, one by one, missionaries from that group came running (running!) out of the barrier and up to an individual car. One of those missionaries ran up to our car giving a hang loose sign. I said to everyone, "that's our guy!" We came a stop and I gave Conner another quick big hug before he jumped out of the car.
From everything we had read and heard, we assumed that there was no time for big hugs or goodbyes at the MTC. But after a short moment an adult woman in a yellow vest came up to our van -- the side door was still open -- and she said, "you can get out." We can???
So Scott and I jumped out and met Conner & the other Elder around the back fo the van. They had already pulled his luggage out, the caravan was still at a stop and not going anywhere, so we took the opportunity for a few more pictures. (with puffy eyes). And one more hug.
He had the biggest grin on his face. So happy.
This is exactly what I hoped this moment would be like for him. We watched Conner and the Elder walk towards the central glass doors, each dragging a suitcase. Conner saluted as he said a final goodbye and with a smile on his face, a spring in his step, and walked with purpose into this amazing, wonderful experience.
And then, we had to drive away.
That's when I finally let myself go.
Payton was also in tears.
Anna sat quietly, smiling.
Scott, feeling stunned by what just happened, made the comment, "Well I guess we just joined the club." The club of missionary parents.
What I wouldn't have given to be a fly on the wall that day! To watch Conner make his way through the MTC, receiving his name tag, meeting his companion, settling in his room, going to his first class, navigating the cafeteria . . . .
I couldn't help but think of my mom and how she gets a front row seat to all of this. When Conner was set apart he was blessed that angels would be with him and I am confident that my mom is at the front of that line. She loved her missionary boys so much. While it has been a really hard thing for me to not have her physical presence & help & mom-support in the milestones, celebrations, and preparations leading up to this moment .... I can be somewhat consoled in knowing that she gets to watch over him while he is far away from us.
Overall, as I have stated before, we are so excited for Conner. To see him take steps throughout his life that put him in a position to enter missionary service worthily and faithfully is the stuff parents' dreams are made of. Last week I bore my testimony in church and spoke of the things that we give to our Father in Heaven and Savior. The things that we can lay at his feet.
...... our burdens. And He will take those up and make those things light
...... our time, talents, our very lives. And He will magnify us and make us stronger & better as we devote ourselves to Him.
I think of Conner, and all missionaries around the world, who set aside 2 years of their lives to the service of God.
I finally came across a quote that sums up my feelings on this exactly. As we drove to the Missionary Training Center I shared it with Conner, and all of the kids:
"Men and women who turn their lives over to God will discover that He can make a lot more out of their lives than they can. He will deepen their joys, expand their vision, quicken their minds, strengthen their muscles, lift their spirits, multiply their blessings, increase their opportunities, comfort their souls, raise up friends, and pour out peace. Whoever will lose his life in the service of God will find eternal life."
President Ezra Taft Benson (1899-1994), "Jesus Christ -- Gifts and Expectations", Ensign, Dec 1988
He is going to be a great missionary. And I can't wait to see the growth and blessings that come over the next 2 years.
About an hour down the road we got our first email from Conner. He can email us once a week on his preparation day. Read it HERE. It is short & sweet. :)
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So what do you do when you drop your son off for a 2 year mission and have a 6 hour drive home ahead of you .....
Get 2 boxes of Chip cookies.
Or as Anna puts it .... "stress eat"