Spanish, Superpowers, and Honoring Childhood Dreams
I love the
library near my house. They have free events all the time. The other night they
had a grown up game night, complete with Twister, Nerf gun wars, and a life-size
game of chess.
One of
their offerings is language conversation groups. I attend the Spanish group on
Thursday evenings. Those of us learning Spanish or keeping up with our Spanish
sit around a table and discuss various topics. What I love is that we’re
literally just talking. But because it’s in a different language, it feels
super productive.
In the city where I live, where
time is a precious of commodity, just sitting and talking with anyone is
somewhat rare. And, as one who has led many a church small group, I know how
difficult it is to get everyone to open up and talk or ask questions. In this
context, everyone wants to talk. It’s
the whole purpose of being there.
All that to
say, I’ve learned more about these people than I have learned about most people
I’ve known for months. Because all we do is talk for an hour every Thursday night
and the topics are usually very interesting.
Last night,
the opening conversation starter was, “Why did you want to learn Spanish?”
The answers
varied. One gentleman lived in southern Florida and had a lot of Hispanic
friends. One woman just liked languages (she speaks nine of them, in fact). Several
people needed a second language for work. One woman had grandparents from
Puerto Rico who didn’t speak English and she wanted to be able to communicate
with them.
When it
came time for me to answer, I said I wanted to learn because I wanted a superpower.
Spanish is my superpower.
This
hearkened back to the early days of my childhood when missionaries from
Guatemala visited our home. I learned to count to 10 in Spanish and thought I
was half way to being fluent.
That
summer, my mom enrolled me in a Spanish camp. I could order pizza in Spanish
and I knew I was practically a native.
As a
teenager, I visited Guatemala for the first time. One of the missionaries told
me how to ask for napkins at a restaurant. I remember walking away from the
counter with a pile of white napkins proudly gripped in my fist. For the first
time, I’d communicated in another language with someone from a different
country.
I felt like
I had just saved the world.
It’s been
almost twenty years since that first moment of triumph. While I’ve never
regretted putting time and resources into learning Spanish, I often wonder what
the purpose is. I don’t live in a Spanish-speaking country. I don’t attend a
church or live in a community with Spanish speakers. My job doesn’t use it.
Nobody in my family speaks it. I can count on one hand the number of times
Spanish has come in handy since returning from a year long posting in Mexico.
One of
those moments was in seminary. I was writing a paper on Catholicism and trying
to figure out from which direction I wanted to approach it. My preliminary
research led me to several articles written by reporters from Mexico, which
were all in Spanish. I printed them out and started to read.
At one
point while reading, I halted my highlighter mid swipe, looked up from the
article and said to myself, “I’m doing research in a different language. This
is so cool!”
Though I’ve
never regretted acquiring this superpower, when one considers the money and the
time put into its acquisition, one does begin to wonder what the point of
having it is.
I mean, I’m sure Clark Kent—pre
Super Man—had to wonder why he had super strength if he just had to keep it
hidden.
Not that
I’m comparing myself to Super Man (yes, actually I am), I just sometimes
wonder. If I had known how much time and money it would take, if I had known
how many tears would be shed and how many headaches from studying I would fend
off with ibuprofen, would I have pursued it? Was the utilitarian purpose truly
worth it?
Last night,
as I sat in my Spanish conversation group, looking around at the odd assortment
of people—people from all over the world with life stories so different from
mine—I realized, I don’t need Spanish to have a utilitarian purpose. Many of
the attenders had a utilitarian purpose for their language study, but by the
looks on their faces, most of them were attending the group because they enjoyed
it. As one group member remarked, “We’re all such geeks. We’re learning Spanish
for fun!”
His words
were a timely prophesy for my soul. Yes, my superpower has come in handy on
occasion. Yes, I hope to use it regularly, and I pray someday I’ll be able to
enroll my children in a Spanish immersion school. Yes, I can see how it might
be useful and could very well open doors somewhere in the future.
But for
now, my seven-year-old self is smiling up at me, beaming with the wonder of a
girl who’s just learned how to count to 10 in another language. She has no idea
how difficult it is to learn another language, but she doesn’t care. She loves
it. It brings her joy and opens her mind and heart to a whole other world. Her
dream is far bigger than she could ever imagine: it doesn’t make sense and is
rather impractical.
She is
completely unaware of these realities and that makes her joy that much more
inspiring.
It’s an
honor to help make her dream come true.
Mexico, 2014 |
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