By not saying which charity group, the school I meet my little 7 year old student in, or his name - I think I can divulge that this Hispanic boy is as delightful as any child could be.
This fact reminded me once again; that everyone of any heritage is an individual; not lumped together as one.
And, maybe; just maybe - this little boy will take away the same thought.
Truth be told - I know I'll be getting more out of this than he will - but I'll keep that a secret for now.
But, it isn't lost on me; that my attentiveness & passion for reading & writing will somehow influence him in some small way down the road.
He may not remember my name or my face - but when he reads fluently with pride; loving his 2nd language & becomes what he is meant to be - that is all that is important.
When we met each other for the first time, introduced by his teacher & surrounded by his classmates - our aspirations for each other were probably over the top.
Thru his beautiful brown eyes; I could tell he was prepped that I was coming; as I was fully vetted & attended an orientation for our connection.
There was an anticipation only reserved for this kind of meeting where you share yourselves intimately - vulnerable on both sides; that only come from being the student & the teacher - with or without credentials.
What I say & how I present the English Language is a responsibility that no one thinks about. But now; I got it.
This hour once a week is just the right amount of time for any adult to be with a 7 year old & vice versa - so it's all good.
Sure, when my daughter was small; I got her Girl Scout troop their "Writing Badge" & produced & directed a major Teen Talent Show & Contest for my community in the suburbs - that alone will probably get me points in some Hereafter - just for the patience of it all.
But, it's true - when you give of yourself with no remuneration; you're never tired.
Knowing zero Spanish has given me a duel challenge & an opportunity to get my feet wet in the language that is sweeping the world; if not L.A.
When his teacher introduced us; she said he was bright in front of him & that alone must've propelled him down to his toes - something I never got as a child; but made up for it in other ways.
I figure, to help a bright child is just as challenging as a child who is adrift - so my hours ahead with him & maybe others someday - is full of wide-eyed promise - one word at a time.