Several days ago, I was driving around like a crazy person, (not a big shock there) finding last minute items for Anya’s mission trip to Nairobi Kenya. It was an interesting day. Two days before she leaves, Tom is home watching the kids so Anya and I can go do last minute shopping…The day consisted of breakfast for us at Cracker barrel, just chatting about life…Then we headed off to Goodwill to pick up some jeans, long sleeve t-shirts, and shoes that she could keep over there, those clothes will be pretty skanky after 2 weeks working in the slums…
We couldn’t find any shoes, so we just went and picked up some very inexpensive ones at Wal Mart… (Sorry, Beth, I know how much you LOVE Wal-Mart…but they were 5.00 shoes!!)
It was a great day! I was up late looking up all the emails from Rhonda Hewett, the team leader, gathering all the info I would need to have while she is gone…contact info, itinerary, passport etc.
The next morning Anya had to finish her photo shoot gig…then head off to a special breakfast with her dad. I was looking over her packing list…when she got home I asked her, do you have your outfits for working at the slums? Yes…what do you have? I have the new pair of jeans you bought me a few weeks ago…What? Oh I don’t think so…you will be walking in excrement…getting filthy. You are supposed to have 3-4 different sets of clothes.
Yea, she had maybe 1/2 of what she needed, more than clothes, other necessities too…the day before…no babysitter, not so good. She and I got in an argument. Not pretty… She didn’t’ want my help, she wanted to do it herself. The only problem, she didn’t have time, she actually NEEDED me…But she didn’t want to admit that. But after our “discussions”, she finally said I could help. Then she threw out, she didn’t think I wanted to . Haha! What?
Ahhh, the internal struggle of being a teenager…I need you, I don’t. I love you, I don’t. I like you, I don’t…I want to be a grown up, I don’t.
Also, I had just dealt with Taylor when we went to Colorado; I trusted my 14 year old to pack for himself…for over a week. He packed 1 pair of shorts, 1 pair of cut off jeans, one pair of socks, 2 pair of underwear, 2 t shirts, one disgustingly STINKY pair of skate shoes, we had to throw away enroute and pick up some new ones at a Target somewhere in Kansas! Haha!!
OK, back to Anya, so she took off to Goodwill for more jeans, capri’s and T’s that she can thrash and leave there, and I went and picked up her other necessities.
Throughout the day, we would text each other, that was the safest thing to do, then she and I chatted on the phone and we were good again. We then had a very nice good-bye dinner at Carrabba’s. The waiter (or server person whatever you call him), found out she was going, and he bonded with us and told us, every time he would come over, about his first job, at the young age of 18, working construction in the Congo! It was very sweet. We did enjoy his stories.
Back home again…
I then had to make sure that Taylor was packed, I checked and Tom double checked his list of clothes and necessities, as he was leaving for his mission trip the next day as well. He is in Wheelright, KY, an Appalachian town, for 5 days, with the Crosspoint Youth. Anya did this mission trip a few years ago and it changed her life, and she goes up, with CP, every chance she gets. Usually in August, for delivering school supplies for the kids up there, and December, Crosspoint adopts children and takes Christmas gifts to them and has a huge celebration.
He passed inspection, was packed and in bed.
Anya on the other hand was up way past 2:00 am packing, No big deal, as she needed to sleep on the plane to try to offset major Jet lag. Problem…I was up too, as I was worried she wouldn’t get done in time, or we would over sleep. Don’t know why, since I have the Rowan Factor as an alarm clock…
We got up about 7:00 am and headed to the airport. Met with the team, checked in, said our good-byes and she was off…
Am I proud of my 2 oldest? You bet!! I can’t tell you the joy that exudes from my inner most being as a mom. I don’t have the words; none of them would come close.
Today is Anya’s 17th Birthday!
Happy Birthday my sweet, young woman! I love you more than you’ll ever know!
























