Daryl got a call while the kids and I were in Nebraska. A HS mother I know in the area was wondering if we could take a Spanish exchange student for the month of July.
She is a twelve-year-old girl named Marta who speaks English. She would need her own bed and closet space, but not her own room. She sounds very nice and like a typical 12-year-old girl.
I find the idea both intriguing and overwhelming.
If we said yes, it would involve masses of work getting ready here. We have been meaning to clear out Daryl’s old den (currently the junk room) for quite some time and move Victoria down there. If we did, we could fit two beds in that room and the two twelve-year-olds could bunk there together.
That move, however, is going to be a huge amount of work and I’m not certain of how well we could have our whole house in order by July.
Then there’s the fact that we’d have one bathroom for seven people. Seven. Would anybody in their right mind sign up for that?
And there’s the fact that living with our family would be quite a lot like “Surviving the Applewhites” I imagine. We’re just not very typical! 🙂
I have to make a decision soon. If we do it, it would be a huge leap on my part especially. I hide it well, but I tend to be rather shy and terrified with new people at times, even with 12-year-old girls from foreign lands. And twelve or not, it’s a stranger moving in with you for a month.
And let’s face it, we’re odd! We’re a partially vegetarian, eclectic homeschooling, extended breastfeeding, screwball family likely to burst into song or stop to look at a dead thing in the road. I’m prone to tying my hair on top of my head with a pair of thong underwear if I have a migraine. This is not, I imagine, what your standard Spanish family envisions when sending their children off to learn about American culture.
There are a million reasons to say yes. There are a million reasons to say no.
I don’t know, but the clock is ticking and so far there is not another family stepping up to take her in our area.