After some 98 students from 1995 to 2001 I can tell you that was the best phone call I ever made.
At the time I was a stay at home mom and owner of "Leslie's Family Day Care" so it was easy for me to coordinate the daily goings on of being a host mother.
When people speak about 'host families' they often think about high school programs where one student goes abroad while the international student comes to the U.S. Typically, one will think of this program strictly for high school students. This was not your average 'Exchange Student" program. In fact, these students enrolled in L.I.F.E (Language Institute For English) through Fairleigh Dickinson University's International Student Program.
Many of the students we hosted were between the ages of 14 and 50!
Our students stayed with us anywhere from two weeks up to eight months! The requirements of the "Home Stay" family basically asked that we provide a safe and happy home, supply a bed and breakfast and possible transportation to and from the campus. That was easy! However, what we didn't count on was so many fascinating experiences, memories and feeling like 'substitute' parents for many of these students.
We had students from around the globe including:
Germany
Korea
Japan
Switzerland
Brazil
Spain
Venezuela
Taiwan
Turkey
France
Chile
Saudi Arabia
While the school tries to prepare you for your host family experience, there is no preparation for something like this, it is such a life changing adventure that it brings perspective to your own life and the lives of your children. The stories, the life styles, the experiences and comparisons from country to country is just a fascinating, eye-opening experience. The holidays they spend with you, "What is Halloween?, St. Patricks Day? What are these special days we were asked time and time again.
One of my fondest memories of the entire adventure was waiting for our new students to arrive by the limo directly from the airport. You just never knew who would land on your doorstep. Imagine our surprise when one of our earlier students arrived with spiked hair, black leather clad from her neck down to her toes wearing a spiked collar. It was then that I received one of those 'eyeballs' from my husband, which really meant, "OH MY!" After the collar was taken off and the leather was shed, it turned out that this particular student was just like all the rest of them.. A great visitor who touched our hearts.
We learned so many different things about living in other countries, how, in many ways our core beliefs and daily routines are somewhat the same, but in some countries so vastly different. We learned that the French students needed robes when walking around the house, the common sign for all students to make when getting their picture taken was the peace sign. We learned that the only way to make rice is with a rice machine - period. We learned that so many countries enjoy eating french fries with a combo of mayonnaise and ketchup. We learned that so many countries enjoy more fresh vegetables, fruit and pasta than beef and potatoes.
For me, the benefits of being a host mother were enormous especially with the memories each and every one of these 98 students gave to my daughters. You can't learn that in school, you can't read it in a book, you have to live the experience. For me personally, not only was it often a series of comical events, but also tear filled memories especially when it was time to say good-bye. One other great benefit to me was my stuttering habit disappeared because I had to speak so slowly to some of our visitors that in time my stutter passed for good!
Before we received our first student it was absolutely necessary for me to get my house in order which included making a form so that each student could fill it out with their address, birthday, foods they liked, foods they didn't like, allergies, etc. This helped me tremendously. If you are considering becoming a host family I would strongly suggest you do the same. I also put a lovely notebook in their bedroom called, "The LIFE Journal". Every student that ever stayed with us wrote us a letter, a note, or thank you before they left. This book has only two blank pages in it which I will save to one day write a special passage in and give it to my daughters summing up our memory as a family and as friends to so many kind and wonderful visitors.
This post is dedicated to all 98 students we made feel at home in the Boss residence, of then, 225 Garfield Street - in Berkeley Heights... You are in our happiest of memories and are waiting until our paths will cross again.










































