Friday, April 3, 2020

An Hour Alone

I am sitting in the woods all alone. My house, with all its bustle and noise, peeks through the leafless trees behind me. To my left, there's a rustling and I turn to see two chipmunks chasing each other through the fallen leaves.


The sun is slipping down in the west and in a cluster of fallen trees, a pair of cardinals flit brightly about. A dog barks in the distance and I hear the sound of a door and the voice of my son. I've gotten permission to disappear for an hour and no one knows where I am. The stillness and solitude are delicious; I could sit here for hours. Except for the fact that my seat isn't too cushy and I was only granted leave for one.

Count yourself privileged. 
I don't usually post pics of myself. 

I'm not entirely sure what I've come here to say. So many things could be said but where does one even begin to start?

  ● We've survived 13 days of school at home. We've been hanging by a thread a good bit of that time but here we are at another Friday. Survived.

  ● On Monday it will be four weeks since I have been in a store. I honestly don't really miss shopping. My husband picks up all my groceries and we fare more sumptuously now than before.

  ● I now realize fully what a problem my first grader has with concentration, how little I remember about 5th and 6th grade math and how hard it is to get a boy enthused about writing.



  ● I have proven that all you really need to do in order for a family to survive is provide food and keep the clothes washed. A bit of cleaning here and there is great but the bare minimum will suffice.

  ● Sunshine and fresh air are the greatest gift in the whole wide world.

  ● A father's voice is an amazing thing. Or is it his physique? His size? Maybe his confidence? Whatever it is, it works wonders in little people with attitudes and mothers just simply do not have it.

  ● Going from six solid hours alone five days of the week to zero hours alone + overseeing the schooling of four children + adding your first foster child to your family all in a week's time is.... a lot. Thought maybe there would be somebody out there that needed to know that.

A birthday and a mini pie

  ● We're two weeks in to this foster care experience and what do I say? I could say that it's hard. Everybody knows that. I could say that it's rewarding but everybody probably knows that too. Someday I will find more words. For now, it's only been two weeks and I know so little. But I'm already learning so much.

  ● I am learning that starting my day by "Entering His gates with thanksgiving in my heart" does wonders for my attitude and my day. Also, the prayers of friends and family are worth their weight in gold.

  ● I have no idea what the future holds in all this strange and bizarre life that we're living. Mostly, I do one day at a time. One more load of laundry, one more penmanship paper, one more temper tantrum from a sweet little soul who is learning the boundaries in this new place, one more meal made and scarfed down, one more round of night time hugs....

Whatever the future holds, God will be there.

  ● My husband is an angel in disguise.

And now my seat is complaining about this fallen log, the sun is hiding it's cheery blaze and my hands are turning to ice. My hour is nearly up and I guess I've said what I came here to say, although it came out differently than I thought it might.

Wherever you are and whatever you are facing, I pray you feel the grace that only God can provide.

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PS. I don't think anyone even missed me during my hour.


PPS. I forgot to mention that clean up before bedtime is essential.

7 comments:

Thelma said...

As a former foster parent, I'm curious about your placement, and you are bound by laws to keep mute! We learned to only take children two years-old and under. We understood their behavior. I will assure you, the worse their behavior, the more they are minding the upheaval in their world. Love 'em.
I'm glad you got your hour of silence. Do it again.

Bethany Eicher said...

I'd love to hear any more input you might have! You can email me at christopherbethany@juno.com ☺

Regina said...

I'm glad you were able to get some time alone. I don't like posting pictures of myself either. I have no real reason. I was asked to write a guest post on my friend's blog last week and she wanted a head shot of me. Didn't want to but I did because I do like to associate names with faces.
And as for school it's okay to take frequent breaks. Both you and the children need it.
Have a very blessed week.

Bethany Eicher said...

I think this school at home thing is harder than "real" homeschool would be. We're bound to a schedule that someone else is making so there's the pressure of getting a certain amount done every day. We definitely are getting into more of a routine and that helps! It's hardest for my first grader.

Lucinda J said...

I see you posted this 10 days ago already...which shows exactly how quickly my last week and a half disappeared... but wanted to say bless you and I enjoyed it. Hope homeschooling and fostering have continued to be doable.

Tina Z. said...

Well, this comment is for the post today (14th). :)I couldn't comment over there. How did your son get the Frisbee out of the tree? :) That was nice you could go and get out of the house. It does seem like you have your hands full with all that's going on and may God bless you (and all the moms who had to homeschool all of a sudden) very very much. God will take care of you.....!

Bethany Eicher said...

I'm glad you just commented where you could! He threw a big stick up and knocked it down on the first try :)