Learning English

It's not happening.
Well, maybe it is... at a snail's pace.

Tonight, my parents took us to dinner. As Iceman spoke to me in his own language and I spoke back to him in that language, I knew what was coming next. My mother. "Aren't they supposed to be learning English?" They are. We are trying. "Sounds to me like you're learning their language instead." 

I also have to parent, however. And to parent, I have to understand them to the best of my capabilities. I'm fairly decent at picking up new languages. What's kind of intriguing about their language is that only .014% of the world's population speaks it. It's like you and your kids having a secret language that no one knows! {but, man, I wish someone around here knew it. Life would be a little easier.} I'm probably not doing a great job at English instruction, since my husband is constantly looking at me to translate what they're saying. Really? C'mon. How do I know what they're saying? {Ok. I can kind of figure most of it out.}

Iceman is great at mimicking us. He's learning that way. Today, he said, "Zane, please, help." {it made this mama proud}

Sunshine, on the other hand, is diligent with her education. She likes learning in different ways. She has used apps, workbooks, flashcards, puzzles, Bananagrams, etc. It does seem to be coming a little slowly. But, really, how fast is it supposed to come? I have no idea.  She can understand more than she can say. It's coming.

Once this adoption ball starts rolling, I have faith that she will try her best to learn English while we are apart. Her foster mom speaks English. I have talked with her on the phone. 

As long as they know those important words that I love to hear... "I love you"; this heart is satisfied.

Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 1 Corinthians 13:8