Tribe: A social division in a traditional society consisting of families or communities linked by social, economic, religious or blood ties, with a common culture and dialect, typically having a recognized leader.
As a missionary mama, one thing I have learned navigating this journey is that I not only need a friend; I need a tribe. A tribe of likeminded mamas that I can turn to, rely on, confide in and share the ups and downs of these two years with.
Our tribe began with a simple text message. I reached out to my fellow missionary mamas that are in my ward, as well as our neighboring ward. I asked them if they would be interested in having lunch together once a month. Their immediate replies confirmed that I wasn’t the only one that needed a tribe.
To be a member of our tribe, all you have to have is a child whose papers are being filled out, papers submitted, call extended, or already out in the mission field. Just this month, we have two new mamas that will join our tribe.
For one of our mamas, she never thought this day would come for her son to serve a mission. He will embark on his journey in February. We have shed many tears over this young man’s conversion. The first time I saw him, I was at the door of my fellow missionary mamas home. I was there for her son’s open house. I barely recognized him. His countenance had changed. He was different. He radiated goodness. He was genuinely happy. When I asked him what he was up to, he eagerly replied that he was planning on going on a mission and was hoping to meet with our Bishop that Wednesday. That day, I was reminded that every soul can be saved if they will allow Him into their hearts.
I b-lined into the home to find his mother. We exchanged a few words, tears filled our eyes and we embraced. She was now a member of our tribe. If anyone deserved to be in our tribe, it would be her. Ever so faithful, always serving, never losing hope, all the while watching us, from afar, as we prepared to send our boys off. Now it’s her turn; and you can be certain that we will be there supporting, cheering, and crying alongside her.
Some of our mamas keep things more to themselves while others share the good, the bad, and the ugly without restraint. We love one another unconditionally. There is no judgement. Only acceptance and support. It is real and it is genuine.
If you don’t have a tribe, form one. It can be with two, seven, or even twelve mamas. You have THE greatest thing in common with your fellow mamas. Your missionaries. For some this may seem difficult to do, perhaps completely out of your comfort zone. Just do it. You need a tribe and your fellow missionary mamas need you.