When any conversation starts with the words "do you think we need to talk to the girls..." I start to squirm. At supper last night our oldest daughter asked how the mother makes babies that look like the father. Luckily for me, our younger quickly chimed in with an answer. "It's the kiss! That's what does it." It's hard to believe that our children are getting old enough to ask such questions.
This time though, our talk wasn't about sex. (We'll try to delay that a little bit longer.) We had to have another important talk with our daughters--how to be safe in Guatemala and what to do if someone tries to kidnap you. I haven't felt in danger on my previous trips but we are responsible for our children and their well being while we are there. We need to raise children that are street smart, especially if we are going to expose them to varied environments--home or abroad.
It's a very weird conversation but absolutely necessary. Because we're traveling during Santa Semana there will be large crowds. There was the normal you need to stay close to us (the oldest one tends to lag behind), don't talk to strangers (the middle is always talking to people), and keep your ipod put away. But then we had to move into what to do if someone grabbed you. It's probably the one time I've told the girls to scream, bite, and kick without fear of getting in trouble. The final piece was what to do if someone did take them. It's not something that I want to consider could happen but they need to be prepared for even the worst. Shielding them now won't help them if the worst happens.
These fears have troubled me before but now they are keeping my husband awake. We know that this is where we are supposed to be, but we will also be vigilant and have the hard talks before we go. We will trust in God's path. It's that little nagging fear or doubt that ends so many missions before they even start.
Matthew 6:10 "your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven"