Today flew by so quickly.
At the end of today, I started to clear out more of my cube to take down to my new cube. I'll take my last box on my way out tomorrow night. I'll probably set up my desk so it's ready come Wednesday when I start in my new position.
As I was cleaning stuff up, I started to clear my computer of files and folders I no longer needed. As I did so, I came across templates and email examples my trainee will probably need in time. I have no idea how many emails I sent to her labeled, "SAVE FOR LATER: (name of template/example)". I was just thinking of how I just wanted to be set up for future training with the tools she would need. I know I wouldn't be there to train her later, but I wanted her to be prepared. I didn't want her to be blindsided later. I wished I could be there for all of her training with future projects, projects that I am familiar with. I suddenly had this maternal type of feeling that I didn't want her to fail and my time of training was soon coming to an end, tomorrow.
It made me wonder if that's how parents feel as their children grow up and soon leave the nest. Do they wonder, "Have I done my best?", "Will they remember everything I taught them?", "Will they do what is most important?", "I hope they know they can always ask for help." It almost made me sad to think I won't be there to help my trainee with all of her future questions. I now have to trust my team mates to take care of her. Dude, sometimes, I don't know how parents do it. I mean, it makes me think back to when my nephew,
Simi left for his mission. I know she'll be fine and in due time will learn everything she needs to, to fulfill the position. She'll be in good hands.
I will surely miss my team. We've been together for the past year and I'll miss QuiQua, my one colleague that I've worked next to for the last two years. We've been together since week one. It'll be so different in my new department. New faces & new names to remember. I don't want to get too sentimental, it'll make tomorrow hard.
Last night, we had the missionaries over for dinner. It was so nice. They're our first real guests at our place (dinner wise). It was nice feeling their spirit. We went over the first discussion. I'm not gonna lie, I got emotional while they were sharing the Joseph Smith experience of the first vision. It just brought back so many times I was able to share that experience with those we taught out in the mission field. It made me think of my sweet companion, Sister Cobb. I loved my mission and all that I was able to experience. I love and miss a lot of my companions, I'd say, all but one really. I think I do a pretty good job at keeping in touch with them. I love them.
I'm grateful for the challenge of reading the Book of Mormon again, with Levi. When I don't read the Book of Mormon as often as I should, I forgot all the great stories and experiences that took place. The elders asked me last night what I liked about the Book of Mormon, and I told them that I liked all the experiences that happened therein. I said I liked Alma the Younger who wasn't perfect and even tried to lead people astray, but he repented and came back to be a powerful missionary. I like that the Book of Mormon tells of Alma the Younger's conversion. I love all the stories of Captain Moroni. He's the best. I can't wait to dive back into the Book of Mormon and read all these great stories and most especially when Jesus came to the Americas and blessed all the children. The best part of the Book of Mormon, is knowing that it is all true. I'm ready to reaffirm my testimony of it's truthfulness.
