Wow, this is scary. As a mom it's second nature to want to protect these sweet little things and shelter them under my wings. It seriously breaks my heart to think of causing them pain….. it's been a tough decision to send Calvin to local preschool.
I know that by going to a local school he will be singled out since he can't communicate in this language.
I know the teachers will do this too.
I know there will be a few kids who will pick on him.
I know they'll make fun of him.
It's scary stuff, willingly saying:
"Yes Lord, we'll trust you for this."
But trust we must.
We're about to navigate through finding a school for him, which I am dreaded, but it's something he needs. This past year we've had a nanny who came during my language lessons. Calvin adores her, they have so much fun together, but unfortunately she speaks English, and even after we beg her not to, she still does. Calvin has a few words in this language but not near as many as we had hoped he would. Our kids need language, our kids need local friends, they need to be able to communicate independently. We want our home, this culture to feel like home to them. We don't want to run away from the culture, but rather embrace it and we want our boys to enjoy it too.
In taking this step we will also jump into anther cultural difference, boys here are ROUGH….another big gulp. It is expected if someone hits you, you better hit him back, if you don't people will walk all over you. It's a macho culture for boys and we want him to learn to be a boy here, to be able to hold his own, so he's not picked on. But there is a point where we have to draw the line. So we'll be navigating this with wisdom from the Lord of where that line is.
I know I'll look back on these fears and wonder why I had so little faith, but for now I'm just putting one foot in front of the other.