My first story at NBC Sports
It was a quiet cadence that he continued to repeat, rarely venturing beyond five simple words:
“Uno … dos … tres … quarto … cinto.”
Cade, my 5-year-old son, counted on his small, chunky fingers — often whispering incorrect numbers in Spanish to himself, seated next to me as I watched a San Antonio Spurs game. New to kindergarten this year, he’s been exposed to an entire new world of learning, a big part of which involves immersion in the Spanish language. E-mails from his teacher come in sets — one paragraph is written in English and the message is subsequently repeated in Spanish. All communication in his school is delivered similarly. Each directive is relayed verbally or in writing in both languages.
To be completely honest, his educational environment, and the journey he’s only just begun — one that already looks and feels a lot different than the one I took — is a bit daunting and occasionally…
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