Yesterday morning when I came to the entry door for the school, there was a mother and daughter sitting on the step. I greeted them in Spanish, so the mother began to talk with me. They are from El Salvador. It was her daughter’s first day of school in the USA. So here was this little girl in 4th grade about to begin school for the first day in a place completely foreign to her where everyone speaks a language she doesn’t know.
I helped them go to the front desk and found out her classroom. I asked her if she was hungry, “tienes hambre” because she could have had free school breakfast. She ate breakfast at home she told me in Spanish. Then I looked at her and said, “El Salvador. Pupusas. Te gusta pupusas?” Pupusas is a delcious food from El Salvador that I love. She answered yes but in Spanish. Then I asked her-“puedes comer ocho pupusas?” can you eat eight pupusas. She giggled and answered no. When I told her, “yo puedo comer ocho pupusas” I can eat eight pupusas, she giggled some more.
I introduced her to her teacher in Spanish and went to my classroom. Later when I was in the teacher’s lounge and her classroom teacher was talking about it, another teacher said, “can you imagine how she felt that someone spoke to her in her language her first day.”
It seemed like a small fun thing to me, but after the comment of my colleague, I realized what seemed like a simple small thing to me was perhaps huge to a little girl who was perhaps nervous about her first day in a strange place.
Children need blessings. Jesus blessed children. It is simple logic. If Jesus felt and feels it is important to bless children, we should too.
Thank you for reading. God Bless.