So I previously promised a little story about our sweet (and increasingly sassy/independent) Owen. Last week I walked into Owen’s bungalow to pick him up from school. His teacher, Stephanie, quickly walked over with a big smile to share “a story about your smart little cookie.”
Stephanie, Owen, and his friend Tomás were reading a book together. Tomás speaks Spanish at home, and English at school. However, a few of the staff know Spanish and will speak Spanish with him periodically throughout the day as well.
Stephanie pointed to a picture in the book and asked in English, “Tomás, what is that?” Owen leaned over into Tomás’s lap and asked, “Si, Tomás, que es?!”
What a sponge. I love that Owen has been listening so carefully to the things that happen around him. It’s such a natural experience for kids to observe and then experiment. I also love that he has this diversity at school, as many of his friends speak another language of some sort. (Though I doubt the teachers can do much to engage in Turkish, lol.)
It seems silly that such a tiny little story can get my wheels turning, but it totally gets me thinking that Owen would do pretty well in immersion school. We have three immersion options within a few miles of our house, so it’s definitely a possibility. We had previously put Drew on a list for Spanish immersion, but recently switched him to the English list based on some struggles we’ve seen him encounter when there is a big transition in his life. We think Kindergarten will throw him for a big emotional loop–so it will probably be smoother for him in his native language. I digress… I mostly just wanted to share the Tomás story.
p.s. For the record, I only speak enough Spanish to ask for a margarita at an all-inclusive resort, so I’ve probably spelled everything incorrectly here. Lo siento.