Earlier this year I wrote a blog post, on another blog, about how I’d come across a German language immersion school about an hour from where we lived – and that I really wanted my son to go there but didn’t see how it would be possible in the foreseeable future.
Fast forward to September, when life circumstances threw us into a desperate situation of needing to find full-time childcare for our son. The day after Labor Day was one of the most stressful of the whole year as I frantically tried to locate a quality daycare / preschool in the Dallas area that had an opening – that week – for a near two-year-old.
Things have a way of working themselves out (and I do believe in God’s providence too). I contacted several preschools and in-home daycares the day after Labor Day, but German school was the one place that had a single (read: one) opening and would accept our family. In addition, German school wasn’t going to be cost prohibitive for us.
It was meant to be. But that was just the first hurdle.
The second hurdle was the acclimation period for our son, who’s a spirited, challenging kid. For the prior nine months before starting German school, he’d had one-on-one attention with our full-time nanny, and he’d gotten quite used to that. Now, all of a sudden, he was thrown into a situation where he didn’t know the teachers, the kids, or even the language. My heart hurt so much for the little guy – and not because he didn’t know the language but because this was such a huge and abrupt transition for him.
My son had a hard first few weeks at his new language immersion school, but I’m relieved to hear reports that he’s finally doing better…and thriving, in fact.
This post wouldn’t be complete without a big thank you and shout-out to the school’s director, as well as to the loving teachers who’ve wrapped my child in their arms and made him feel at home at his home-away-from-home. Here’s to the beginning of my child’s journey to learning a second language!