Of an entirely different kind.
Today in just a few hours I will be picking up a little boy, one I have never met but hope to consider as part of my extended family. Little Lin, as I like to call him, will be staying with us for a week. His visit was arranged through the Fresh Air Fund in an effort to provide inner city kids with the opportunity to experience a regular childhood summer where carefree days are spent constructing lemonade stands on the front lawn or running around the backyard catching fireflies.
My kids get to do these things regularly and without much gratitude, but this is not the case for so many little kids trapped in city apartments with no place to play outside or swim or ride bikes. I’ve wanted host a child for a while, but of course it was always August 30th before I realized yet another summer had elapsed, and I’d never contacted the Fresh Air Fund.
Then there was the husband. I had some convincing to do. But that wasn’t too tough. He knows I’m fairly determined, and there’s little he can do to stop me once I have an idea in my head. Plus, I figured if I could convince him to adopt (which I did), persuading him to let us have a stranger live with us for the week would be nothing. And, I had a bargaining chip. My husband held aspirations of purchasing a canoe. So I told him, “Let me have the kid, and I’ll let you have the canoe.” Done.
I’m off now to get our little guest, and my kids are jumping around the house with excitement. I am, too. But I’m also a little nervous. I think it will go well, but…. What if the kid who is eight years old is homesick. What if he cries? What if he says he wants to go home? What if the kids don’t get along? What if they do, and they cry when the week is over, and then I have a third child I have to enroll in camp for the summer? I suppose you never know until you take that chance.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
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