Wednesday, October 14, 2009

"Corazon, Mi Corazon!" Coming From the Next Room

I'm working from home today, kids are home on a senior day off while the other underclassmen take PSAT's. Daughter is supposed to be writing her college application "personal statement" essay that is due TOMORROW. (Yes a bit early I know)

I'm listening to her sing and dance around her room. When suddenly it dawns on me - SHE'S SINGING IN SPANISH. Now this shouldn't surprise me. She's going to major in Spanish.

But as I sit here and listen to her singing - rapidly - in Spanish with a gorgeous spanish accent, it dawns on me deep down - my child is Fluent in Spanish. And this thrills me.

I have always wanted to be fluent in Spanish or any foreign language. We lived in Spain for 2 years and although I can "Communicate" I would not call me fluent. I don't really think in Spanish.

But my Daughter? Clearly does. She was amazing when we went so Spain this summer. But somehow the singing (effortlessly) and dancing around her room, trying to get in the right frame of mind to convince her dream school that she is worthy (and YES she is worthy! Just ask her Mom!), well, it seems like a lifetime of hoping and planning and disciplining and learning and playing and growing and experiencing - they are truly all coming together. And that makes everything so right, so worth all the effort, the pain, the struggles.



Jenn @ Juggling Life said...


Busy Bee Suz said...

I wish I was fluent in any language. Including English. I hope she achieves all her dreams (and yours as well)

Fantastic Forrest said...

Nice job, Mom. :)

ChiTown Girl said...

That is SO cool!!

I took 3 years of French, 3 years of Spanish in high school, and 2 more years on college. Guess who can't speak either to save her life! Yeah, it's sad. For a while my dream was to work at the UN as an interpreter. Good thing I never let go of the teacher dream!

I'm the same with Italian. I always say I understand it fluently. But, there is some HUGE mental block when it comes to speaking. It infuriates my parents. But, I alway turn it around and put the blame on them for not making us speak Italian as kids. They spoke Italian whenever they didn't want us to know what they were talking about, which is how I become a fluent understander! ;-)

Persnickety Ticker said...

Muy Bueno!

Aaaand that is the extent of my spanish speaking talents.

Well, that and holding myself while doing the peepee dance and chanting "el baño!"

If I am ever lost in a spanish speaking country, I should be just fine!

Congrats on having such a talented and brilliant daughter!

DysFUNctional Mom said...

I am always impressed with anyone who is fluent in a foreign language. The ability to think in another language blows my mind.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Quisiera ir a España con usted y su hija.

I totally jacked that sentence from Babel Fish, but feel I should get an A for my research efforts.

Paranoid said...

I love your kids. I've only ever met them once, but I love 'em.

Damama T said...

The most heartwarming thing we experience as parents is the joy of watching our children become the miracles we knew they could be all along. Enjoy this time while it lasts. They are grown and gone way too fast.