My son’s Peace Corp Journey from my perspective.

The Beginning — The Excitement to the Sadness

My son left for Tanzania on July 5th, 2015 to be a Peace Corp Volunteer. When my son first told me about his desire and interest to join the Peace Corp. I was nothing but excited. He loves the idea of traveling abroad and experiencing different cultures. If he wanted to do it. I wanted him to do it.

It wasn’t until shortly before he was leaving that I found out his dad and step mom tried to entice him not to go. I was surprised because I didn’t understand what the fear of letting him go was about. However, friends and family were concerned about him going as well. So then, I was trying to figure out why I wasn’t worried or scared and if I should be.

I love both my children with all my heart and the last thing I would want is for them to be in any danger. I had to trust that the Peace Corp. would not put its volunteers in intentional danger. That I could let my son go and encourage him to embrace the experience.

When the day came for him to leave, I didn’t realize how emotional I would be. All of a sudden it hit me that he would be gone for about 2 ½ years and all I could do was cry. I no longer had the safety net of just driving 40 miles to see him at the drop of a hat if I wanted to. We weren’t sure when we would be able to message or talk to each other. There were so many unknowns about communication. Hearing that it could be a minimum of three months before we heard anything made my heart hurt.

It only took 2 days and he had written his first blog. It was witty, sarcastic, funny and full of emotion about leaving us behind as well as the excitement and apprehension as to why lie ahead. Once again, I cried. My heart was full of love and pride and emotion. I was going to miss him.