Acampar Espanol

At the beginning of the summer I signed Jack up for Spanish immersion camp. It is a week of fun and games in Spanish. Jack doesn't know Spanish, but I thought it would be a great experience for him. I signed him up with a friend who doesn't speak Spanish either. The family that teaches the classes had a death in the family the week he was signed up for so his session was cancelled. We weren't able to coordinate with his friend for a different week so he had to go solo. Today was the first day of camp. We walked in and the two teachers greeted us with an "Hola!” There were three other children already there, all of which were Hispanic and speaking Spanish fluently. Jack quietly looked at me and said, "I don't know about this mom". I was thinking, "I don't know about it either buddy", but instead I said, "It will be fun buddy, just go over there and tell them your name!” I walked out of there feeling so uneasy. I hate being in situations like that and hated even more that I just put my first born into it. I thought about him over and over through out the day. Each time I thought about his little face telling me that he wasn't sure about it I teared up and my stomach tied in knots. I went to pick him up early so I could scope out the whole class. The class was made up of three Hispanic kids, Jack and one other 'Gringo'. Much to my relief, he loved it! He has been showing off his new Spanish ever since. I am so proud of him; he is such an adaptable kid. He is so ready for Kindergarten!