In January, our family will move to Argentina for five months.
I speak Spanish already. When we first decided to go, I felt relief that I was going to be able to practice the language with my kids before we leave. The more I exposed them to it, the easier our transition abroad will go.
There was only one problem: my girls weren’t interested.
And when I say “not interested,” I don’t mean indifference. It was more like anger. I wasn’t quite sure whether to feel pride or exasperation when my two-year-old loudly told me to speak in English when I tried reading her Spanish board books.
And my eldest quickly realized that learning Spanish was one of the rungs of a ladder leading thousands of miles away from her family and friends. She told me over and over that she wanted nothing to do with Spanish, Argentina, or my brilliant ideas.
I felt exasperated.
I felt for the kids.
I also felt afraid.
See, I wanted our time abroad to be pleasant. Every word, every phrase would pave the way for more words, more connections, more friendships. If they arrived in country with nothing? If they refused to speak Spanish while we were there? Our whole experiment in getting them competent in Spanish would fail.
And I wondered: Should I insist my eldest learn something she was actively opposed to? Should Spanish be an exception to our interest-led approach to learning? And what would I do when she became angrier and angrier at me?
I took a few deep breaths. I considered my options. And then I realized I was choosing to be afraid, but I could choose differently. I was afraid because my expectations were not matching up to reality. But instead of reacting out of fear, I could simply adjust my expectations.
What if we got to Argentina with absolutely no Spanish? Would that really be failure?
Maybe they wouldn’t be fluent—or even competent–when we came back home. But if I didn’t force the issue now, I knew I had a much better chance of them having a good attitude in-country.
I know how terrifying the prospect of moving abroad is. I’m terrified myself, and I’ve done it before. So I chose to radically change my expectations of my daughters. Perhaps this trip would only expose them to Spanish. Perhaps more language practice would come after we came back home. Or if we have a good time with our adventure, perhaps they would want to do something similar in a few years, and would then be willing to study language on their own steam.
Stepping back from my fear and my expectations, I could see that I’d been using all-or-nothing thinking. And that thinking was a lie. I decided to let God be in charge of their language learning.
I also decided to let them watch as many Spanish videos as they wanted each day, if they were interested.
They mostly weren’t. But they were a little. And then more so. And then they said yes to a few Spanish music CDs with accompanying songbooks. We listened to them in the car, and sang along, happily. The iPad apps proved popular too. The oldest wanted to practice a few words before a Spanish-speaking friend came over. She said yes when I asked her if she wanted to attend a Spanish language class come fall.
And six months later, I realize that despite not teaching them anything, they’ve learned plenty. Probably more than if I’d made it a fight. My kids are far from fluent, but they’re engaging with Spanish materials at least a few times a week, they can count, recognize animal names, respond to hello and goodbye, and—most importantly …
They’re happy to do so.
And me? I’m no longer afraid. More and more I’m seeing that if God led us to try this crazy adventure then He can provide the tools to make it happen.
I’m a worrywart. Trusting God and my kids doesn’t often come naturally. But as an overall philosophy it—surprise!—is proving a better bet than the alternative.
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