I have been teaching myself Spanish. Not only do I enjoy it, I keep thinking of what I can do with it. Next summer, there's a mission trip to Honduras. I can chaperone the trip and how cool will it be to speak a little Spanish by then? I bet the people we meet on the trip can help me a lot. Immersion learning, right?
I just finished unit 6, the quiz, for Basic Needs on this website: Visual Link. I did pretty well. I can speak and read the words I have learned. Writing them? A little more difficult. I mess up the Spanish spellings. Also, on the quiz, Nikki-Mac decided not to let me type the little accent letters. I hit shift and the menu shows up but no matter how I click, it will not do anything other than capitalize the English alphabet. I also tend to add or omit words. Learning a language is different than the kind of learning I do best. It requires more focus than I am used to giving.
But I love it. I do. I love saying these new words. I look for excuses to practice them. They feel fun in my mouth. A few nights ago, I dreamed the words "tiene que" all night long. It was like a mantra in my brain. I woke up with the phrase still playing in my head. I told Corey, "He, she, or you have to do something, but I haven't got a clue what."
Today, we received bad news. Our sweet kitty, Hocus, has cancer. I have a 9-year-old boy taking breaks from school to curl up in my lap and cry. I have an 11-year-old boy three states away who doesn't know. I get to tell him at the end of the week when he returns home. Hocus is his cat... his therapy cat. I don't want to tell him this news.
So I sit here in my bed, practicing my Spanish. I can tell you "Mi gato es negro," but I haven't learned the word for cancer yet.
Some things, I wish I didn't have to learn.