This year has marked each of us, uniquely. And I wonder, today, what my kids will say about their SE Asia experience, thus far. I wonder if they’ll be excited to use “elephant riding” as a truth when they play “Two Truths and a Lie” at summer camp some day. I wonder if they’ll have hearts that beat for the impoverished, that bleed for the little girls on street corners, that pray for a Kingdom-of-Heaven Justice, and I wonder if those hearts will be birthed in part because of their time in a foreign country. I wonder if they’ll be proud that they know how to hail a tuk-tuk, climb a waterfall, and use chopsticks, and I wonder if they’ll have greater confidence because of their travel experiences.
But, I wonder at another side, too.
I wonder if they will resent us for taking them away from their friends and soccer leagues, and I wonder if they’ll think of this first year in SE Asia as the year that robbed them of parents who easily-laughed. I wonder if they’ll get behind in school academically, if they’ll struggle socially, or if they’ll rebel spiritually because the Christ-following of their parents has cost them so much, too.
And I know I won’t know. Time will tell, I suppose. But, maybe it won’t, either.
Perhaps I’ll never fully understand the role SE Asia will play in their young hearts, their personal faith-walks, the shaping of their Stories.
And maybe that’s where I have to Trust,
And, to date, perhaps my favorite video of my kids in SE Asia, taken from the first house in which we briefly lived . . .
How about you? What are some ways your choices as a parent have affected your children? How do you deal with the fall-out?
This post is a continuation of a series reflecting on our first year in SE Asia. You can read the rest of the posts HERE.