GUEST POST: Kim Broadway
When my son and daughter-in-law asked me to write a blog post about what it’s like to be a parent of missionaries, I immediately replied, “Of course!” because that’s what we do. We help them in any way we can. But when I tried to start writing, it was much more difficult than I anticipated. Not because I didn’t want to write it. Not because I couldn’t write it. Not because it was too much to ask. There are just so many different aspects and emotions wrapped up in it that I couldn’t figure out where to begin. I wasn’t sure I could accurately explain or describe it all, and above all else, I didn’t want to leave any parent with the feeling that they should try to persuade their own child not to go into the mission field. Because if your child is being called to the mission field, not only should they go, but they need to know that their parents support them.
With that being said….here it goes…
Let me start by saying that, above all else, being the parent of missionaries brings me great joy – joy that surpasses any of the other emotions. I feel immensely privileged and blessed to be able to be a part of it.
Is it hard to have them so far away? Yes.
Do I wish I could see them more? Yes.
Does it mean working through different emotions (sometimes on a daily basis)? Yes.
Does it take a lot of open communication? Yes.
Does it seem to hurt even more when you know they are hurting? Yes.
Does it take a lot of prayer? Yes.
But is it worth it? Yes. Yes. And yes.
Being a parent of a missionary means giving in to God every single moment. It means knowing that your son and his family are right where they need to be, even when it’s difficult for them – and for you. The only way to maintain a positive heart is by holding on to the truth that God is in control and leaving it all with Him. Fully trusting God is when the comfort, pride, joy, excitement, and contentment begin to flow.
Being a parent of a missionary means putting in extra effort. We get to help take care of things on this side of the world for them that they aren’t able to do from a developing country, as well as help coordinate visits and appointments when they are on home assignment. It also means going to visit them as often as possible. Seeing what they do each day and meeting the people they interact with on a daily basis not only brings great comfort, but also brings deep pride. It gives me a glimpse of the impact they are making, which just helps solidify that it’s all worth it.
Being a parent of a missionary means making sacrifices. Yes, I know that the sacrifices are for the kingdom of Heaven, but I’m human, so sometimes it’s hard knowing my kids and grand-daughter are literally on the other side of the world. That’s why I thank God every day – not only for giving me a son and daughter-in-law who are willing to make even greater sacrifices for the kingdom, but also for the way they communicate with us and include us in their lives. It brings such comfort and joy to help them and to know that they truly want us to be a part of their journey.
Being a parent of a missionary means putting in some emotional work. It means having difficult conversations and asking/answering hard questions. It means acknowledging and working through emotions together. It means accepting reality and then giving it to God in order to meet it head on. Communication between us and our kids is crucial – even (and especially) when it’s hard. We acknowledge the sacrifices they are making, and they recognize the sacrifices that we are making as well. Some days, I’m not sure which one of us is missing the other more, so the ability to comfort one another is a true blessing.
When my son and his wife told me that they were considering moving to Uganda as missionaries, I honestly don’t remember my initial emotional response. That’s probably because there were simply too many emotions all at once. Even now – 10+ years later – I still experience a range of feelings. But above anything else, being a parent of missionaries brings me deep pride, excitement, and joy. I know my missionary kids are right where they are meant to be. And I thank God for it every day.






























