One of the concerns I’ve often heard from people
considering a life invested in missions is, “What about my kids?” Parents worry about how the experience of
growing up overseas will affect their children.
Now I think that is a valid concern.
I remember how I felt driving into Tete, Mozambique on a trip seeking to
discover whether Anne and I should move there.
I remember vividly thinking, “How would my kids adjust to living
here?” Well, my life is at least in part
a product of the decision my parents made to give their lives in service in the
small Latin American country called Uruguay.
I don’t doubt that there will be some losses for your children if you
were to follow God’s lead to a culture worlds away, but there are many positives
too. Let me share a few of them.
L-R (Steve, Don, Jimmy & Alan) |
Maybe this will be the most obvious, but your children will grow up
bilingual. As our world becomes
progressively smaller with rapid transportation and the networking of the World
Wide Web, being able to speak two languages is such a boon. It will not only open doors of opportunity in
business, but it will give them an open door to many relationships they never
would have had otherwise. From my own
perspective, being able to speak Spanish along with English is something I
treasure profoundly.
Your children will be multi-cultural and by that I mean, they will
see themselves as something broader than just Americans. Please don’t misunderstand. I love our country. There is not a country in the world like
America. Her freedoms and opportunities
are indeed the shining star of our world, and I believe those have come about
because of our Judeo-Christian heritage--but I’ll leave that to another
post. But my point is that I am just as
much a Uruguayan, in my heart, as I am an American. I love Uruguay. I was raised there. Uruguayans are in part my people. Please don’t hate me for this but if Uruguay
and the USA ever meet in the World Cup, I’m confessing ahead of time I’ll
probably be pulling for Uruguay. When your
children grow up in a different land, they have a bigger perspective than just
America and I think that is a good thing.
Children of missionaries will often be stretched emotionally and
socially, and as a result be more adaptable to what comes their way. Because we are kids of two lands, two
cultures, we learn to change, to adjust, from homeland to homeland. Back here in Virginia, where we’re from,
Christmas is in the winter; it’s usually extremely cold and we’re all hoping
for a white Christmas. Where I grew up
in Uruguay Christmas is in the dead of summer, sometimes in the nineties on
Christmas day. And Christmas is
celebrated with fireworks, not Christmas carols. As a son of missionaries, I learned to roll
with the tide. Change and differences were
a regular part of life.
I know every child is different, but I believe another positive from
growing up in a foreign land will be an earlier and greater maturity. I’m assuming this maturity comes about
because of some of the things I’ve already mentioned, for example the
flexibility and the multi-culturalism, but your children will tend to rapidly
mature emotionally and socially. From an
early age I rode buses in a large metropolitan city of a million and a half—by
myself. Consequently, at the age of
seventeen my parents allowed me and another friend of the same age to travel to
Europe. For the next five weeks we toured all over the continent with only a
train pass, a map to different youth hostiles, and a small pack of clothes. I recognize that was a different day, and I’m
not so sure they’d be willing to do that in these times, but my point is that
we tend to mature early on. I asked my
parents, as a parent myself, how could they have let their seventeen-year-old
son do that? Their response was simply,
“You were mature enough and we knew you could be trusted.”
There is one more thing your children will gain if you choose to
invest your life in reaching the nations—they will get an extended family that
will be theirs until they die! I said I
treasure being bilingual, and I do, but I treasure just as much or more the “aunts
and uncles” that come along with being part of a mission. Every one of my parent’s fellow missionaries
became my uncle Dennis or my aunt Peggy.
Even at the good ole age of
fifty-five, it’s hard for me not to call them uncle Jimmie or aunt Norma. They will always be family to me and your
fellow missionaries will always be family, true family, loving family, to your
kids as well.
I know that not every missionary kid or every mission experience
will fit the bill as I’ve described it here, but I'm convinced most will. Don’t be afraid to follow God’s lead to the
ends of the earth because of what it will do to your children. Your children will be blessed beyond measure.
6 comments:
Good stuff, Jaime. I'll share this and ask for comments from our church's missionary families.
Thanks Rick. I realize everyone's experience is different and I'm sure some MKs suffered by being an MK-- but for most of us it was a blessing and a privilege.
I'll attest to maturity by the time you got to Ferrum College!
Well, you could probably attest to my lack of it too. You remember me sleeping in organic chemistry? But I at least had the excuse of being ill!
FERRUM!!! You must have come through four or five years after I did! (class of '79). Good times!
Yep, I was there '77-'82-- I did the four years in five! We were there two years concurrently. I was in Riddick my first two years.
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