Spanish Splash:  Being Bilingual Makes You Smarter…Not Just Friendlier, More Global-minded, and Better Prepared to Get a Job

Dora, Diego, Handy Manny, and Rosita…From Nick Jr. to Disney Jr. to Sesame Street…everywhere that you look on children’s television there seems to be an explosion of characters speaking Spanish and teaching Spanish vocabulary to young children (or even other languages such as seen on Ni-hao, Kailan).  I even saw an article in a recent pop culture magazine talking about how celebrities like Sandra Bullock is enrolling her adopted child in an international school so that he can become trilingual!! Why?  What’s the big deal with this new “language fad” anyway?  Why should I introduce my toddler or my preschooler to Spanish…this is America, right?  We speak English here, right?  My toddler is having a hard enough time learning to speak English properly, right?  Won’t Spanish (or any other language) just confuse him/her?  WRONG!!! WRONG!!!  WRONG!!!  WRONG!!!  WRONG!!! WRONG!!! WRONG!!! WRONG!!! WRONG!!!

Early childhood is actually the best time to learn a second language according to current brain research.  From birth until the around the age of seven, the human brain is best able to learn and replicate a variety of sounds.  Think of the brain as having a bunch of different windows inside of it.  One of those windows is a “Language Window.”  At birth that” Language Window” is wide open and your brain is receptive to learning any language and its sounds.  That’s why children who grow up in bilingual or multilingual families from a very young age can learn to speak in more than one language with ease.  Our human brains are designed to absorb and learn language early on much like a sponge.  However, if you try to put an older child in a bilingual or multilingual household, they will have a much more difficult time learning a new language.  By the time, a child reaches age 7, that “Language Window” has started closing.

Here’s another way to look at it:  The human brain is like a fresh can of Playdough! When you first open it (at birth), it’s soft and malleable and you can make almost anything with it.  However, over time (past toddlerhood and early childhood) it hardens and it cracks and it becomes a stubborn hard lump that becomes extremely difficult to mold (i.e. teach a new language), especially if you leave your Playdough sitting out unattended.  Don’t let your child’s Playdough brain get all hard and mushy without first sticking some second language experiences in there!!  LOL

Unfortunately, in most places in our country, our children don’t start becoming exposed to a second language until high school or college.  Not that it is impossible to learn a language at this age, but it is much more difficult to retain and to speak with native-like fluency.  Those of you who have taken a foreign language in high school, how many of you remember much of what you learned after however many semesters of taking that language?  Better yet, how many of you can actually speak the language that you studied?  And for the couple of you that said that you can speak the foreign language that you studied, how many of you can speak with native-like fluency or do you have an accent that distinguishes you as a “gringo” as soon as you open your mouth? Can you roll your R’s like a native Spanish Speaker? Can you make that phlegmy sound in the back of your throat like a native French speaker?   Probably not!!

A recent article in the NY Times states that “Being bilingual, it turns out, makes you smarter.” (http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/18/opinion/sunday/the-benefits-of-bilingualism.html?_r=1&src=me&ref=general)

More specifically, research shows that children who learn a second language:

• score higher results on standardized tests
• develop greater cognitive skills such as creativity and problem-solving
• have enhanced listening and memory skills
• have greater career choices & opportunities later in life
• develop an openness to & appreciation of other cultures

Maybe by now you are thinking, “Well, I want my kids to be even smarter than the little geniuses already are…but I don’t speak another language myself!”  Have no fear!!! There are plenty of language immersion programs available all over the country.  Just use Google to find one.  And if you live in (or near) the Piedmont Triad area (Greensboro, High Point, and Winston-Salem), you can enroll your child today in Spanish Splash, our unique and fun Spanish-Immersion classes specifically designed for infants, toddlers, and preschoolers.  We are just starting our Spring Session this week and you are welcome to join us.   So don’t wait another day, “Immerse yourself! Splash into Spanish today!”   For more information about second language learning or to enroll in a class, please visit our website at www.playtimegso.com.   Hasta luego!

Keisha Campbell, the creator, owner and director of PLAYTIME! is a NC certified teacher (K-6) and more importantly, a mommy!  She began her teaching career as a bilingual teacher in NYC public schools and since then she has gained over 15 years of experience teaching children of all ages, from infants and toddlers to adult learners.  Keisha received a B.A. from Duke University in a self-designed major entitled Education and Multiculturalism.  Additionally, she has a M.S. in Elementary Education, a NCECC, and is in the final stages of completing her NCECAC.  Keisha speaks Spanish fluently and has lived in, and traveled to, several Spanish-speaking countries including Bolivia, Chile, Costa Rica, Spain, and Mexico.

Today’s post, a birth story, is from one of our local mamas.  Thank you for sharing your story with us

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Kaiya’s Story

My entire second pregnancy (or just about) was a very different adventure than my first. I was much sicker, I craved protein instead of carbs, and I contracted every day from about 8 weeks on.  As my due date got closer and closer my contractions got more and more powerful. I felt teased every single day not knowing if they were turning into the real thing or not.

On February 13, I started having much more intense contractions starting right when I got up, but they were very infrequent and didn’t last long. Toward evening they picked up some speed, maybe every 5-7 minutes lasting about 50 seconds…not that I was counting.  I knew I wanted to get some rest, so I took some Bach’s Rescue Remedy, a warm shower, and got into bed. It was hard to sleep, but I did rest between contractions, which had slowed to be about every 10-15 minutes. I was using my breathing techniques and relaxation techniques that I had worked so hard on the past 9 months. I felt great.

By morning, I wanted to get the show more on the road, and I felt like sitting around at home wasn’t going to cut it. So we took Toren to preschool, Erik moved his work schedule around, and we hit the grocery stores. We walked every single aisle at two very large grocery stores and my contractions starting being pretty intense and coming every 4-5 minutes. I used my techniques I’d practiced and the walking made it bearable. Even when we got to the car, I’d have Erik pull over (when possible) so I could walk out each contraction. I even walked at the parking lot at one of Erik’s dealerships where he needed to stop. When we reached home, they were about 1-2 minutes apart and lasting a pretty long time.  I called the midwife to come.

I was going to try to make lasagna so that I could keep moving through my contractions – sitting still made them a million times worse. However I couldn’t even get the ingredients out without having contractions I had to work through. So I decided to go ahead and get in my bathtub for some relaxation (I hoped). My contractions did slow (though they were just as intense) when I got in the tub, and Erik had to go pick up Toren from school, so I was alone until the midwife arrived.

I welcomed the time alone to center myself. I was really feeling like I couldn’t do this much longer…I was trying to find a more comfortable position when I heard a knock on the door. I soon realized Erik had accidentally left the front door locked. I waited for the current contraction to pass and then I called the midwife. I had her check for another door and eventually got her in. She came in and I told her how discouraged I was feeling…how this was a dumb idea to think I could do this…and that I knew I was probably only 3 cm with days of labor left to go. Erik arrived home with Toren but I didn’t want Toren coming in and making me close up, so the midwife asked Erik to keep Toren away from me and to get him down for his nap.

I started getting the shakes and feeling nauseated. I was just so down. I got out of the tub for a change and the contractions that ensued were back to back. This entire time I had been calm during my surges – counting, singing, breathing, visualizing, etc. When I got out of the tub I definitely started the traditional moaning you hear laboring women do. I was really getting disheartened and I was so tired.  I told the midwife I just wanted to lie down and rest a while. So I got in my bed and peacefully slept for about 5 minutes. Then I woke up to a doozie of a contraction. It felt different than other ones. Then all of a sudden, midcontraction, my belly pushed!!! I honestly had zero control and there burst my water!

The midwife was shocked. She didn’t think it was very likely I was at this stage because of how lucid and calm I was. She started scrambling to get set up and called the assistant midwife to come stat! We got Erik from Toren’s bedroom. After 37 minutes of pushing, Kaiya was born with her hand presenting with her head! 9 lbs 1 oz and a hand! And I did it!!! Before I could even pick her up I looked at the midwife and said – I did it.

I held her on my chest and she was pink and breathing easily. She promptly peed and pooped.  After a few minutes we checked to see if she was a girl or boy. Erik made the discovery. We were delighted! It took us about 45 minutes to settle on a name.

I can’t believe she was born after only 4.5 hours of active labor. The birth was so gentle she didn’t really even cry. She started getting sleepy around 4 (she was born at 2:37),  so Erik held her while Toren looked on, and I took a shower.  Toren had amazingly slept through the whole thing and had just woken up to join us. What a surprise for him!  Then I snuggled down in bed with my new little bundle. No IVs, no pushy doctors, no epidural, no unneccesary meds, not even one exam. Kaiya came in her own time and way (hand up!).  Not to mention no NICU!

I really wanted to accomplish this and I did. I love how this all turned out. I don’t necessarily feel like superwoman like some people do post partum…but I do feel so empowered to have accomplished a goal I’d worked so hard on for so very long. A goal I came very close to giving up on.

I’m a new mama in my late 20′s trying to find the balance between being a career woman, mom, wife and daughter. It’s not easy, and  something has to give. In my opinion, my relationships are not optional. So what gives?

The answer remains to be seen, and I invite you to read along on my journey through motherhood.

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Baby’s First Massage classes now available! This is a great class for expectant parents…Imagine feeling confident in caring for your newborn before their birth.

Healthy nurturing touch is a building block in the foundation of a healthy family. Learning newborn massage is a great way to bond with your baby and begin building a relationship based on trust.

Newborn massage has many benefits; it improves circulation, enhances the immune system, improves weight gain, creates better sleep/wake patterns, and can alleviate digestive discomfort. In class we will discuss which oils are best for baby’s skin, learn calming techniques and practice massage strokes.

Baby’s First Massage program is about communicating love and respect. It is about listening, learning time-out cues, learning how to comfort your baby, and how to touch in a nurturing protective way.

Classes are available at All About Baby Boutique & Education Center. For more information or to sign up online, please click here. Group classes are $30 for an hour class. An in home private class is $50 per hour.

Brandy is a licensed massage and bodywork therapist, and a certified birth doula through DONA International. For the past 5 years Brandy have volunteered with the local La Leche League group in Greensboro, NC. Brandy’s passion for childbirth and breastfeeding led her to a Nurturing the Mother certification with Claire Miller. Brandy is certified in prenatal and postpartum massage, newborn massage, couples massage, and hot stone massage. Hot stones make for a great postpartum massage!

Today’s guest post is written by Dana Kroh, one of our local mamas.  It’s an incredible story to read and we hope you’ll enjoy it

I’m so happy to announce that our 2nd baby boy was born this past Sunday, February 19, 2012.  And I’m even more excited to share the story of his birth because it was just THAT awesome.  For real, it still gets my adrenaline pumping.  Last month I penned down Leeland’s birth story for the first time– if you’ve read his story, this one is going to be a little bit different.

The goal of Hayden’s birth was to have a natural (vaginal) non-medicated birth assisted by a midwife.  This post is by no means meant to bash doctors, epidurals or inductions because if you have read Leeland’s birth story, you know I’ve been there. But this post is meant to let you know that there are other ways– natural childbirth is possible, is real, and is WAY more rewarding and fun.

Going into this past week, I was so incredibly excited and anxious about Hayden’s upcoming arrival.  Those who know me personally know that I am absolutely terrible with surprises so I was driving myself a little mad wondering when he would be here.  You also may remember my 37 weeks post where I talked about things coming together for our water birth.  I had 2 lovely doulas ready for me to be in labor, the pool and all it entails, and my bags were packed.  Just anxiously awaiting the day that I could meet our boy.

On two separate occasions this past week, I had what we’ll call “false starts.”  And I’m not talking Braxton Hicks contractions– I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a long while now.  I’m talking false starts in a sense that I had a few real contractions, mild in pain, and then they would stop.  It happened twice and it really irked me.  They started and I got myself all worked up and excited and they stopped.  I say all this to let you know that this past Sunday when the contractions started once again, I honestly was still upset about them stopping before and shrugged them off as another false start.

I woke up with the contractions at first around 630am.  I continued to lay in bed and breath through them thinking in my mind that they would stop and I’d be back to sleep in no time.  Daniel woke up soon after that and was getting ready to go to the gym like he does every Sunday morning.  I told him that I had been having contractions, he asked how many and I replied 7.  He asked me how far apart they were and I told him I had no clue.  He started to waver about going to the gym.  My prior “false starts” were only about 4 or 5 contractions so to him, 7 was a lot.  I told him not to worry about it and go to the gym.  I insisted that this may not be real labor and that he was getting on my nerves asking too many questions. (Sorry honey, you can’t blame me for things I say when I’m in labor.)  After Daniel left for the gym, I was still having contractions and was officially awake– there was no going back to bed.  I decided to hop in the shower to distract myself.  I remember standing in the shower and feeling Hayden’s little tush sticking out on my right side.  I rubbed my side and asked him aloud if today was really going to be the day.  It was a sweet little moment, and now I know that it was a moment that was shared between us on the last day he was in the womb.

Once I got out of the shower, I continued to assume the contractions would cease soon and just decided I needed to distract myself and work through them.  I folded and put away laundry, I picked up around the house, cleaned the kitchen and even made french toast.  Finally at around 930am, it started to hit me that this could be the real thing.  I wanted to call my doula, but then I was kind of embarassed– I knew she would ask me how far apart the contractions were and I literally had no idea because I had been playing mind games with myself all morning.  I called Daniel at the gym and told him he might want to come on home and that I needed his help to time the contractions.  He got home and was 1st amazed that I was standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast while in labor, and he was a little panicked and wanted to rush out to the hospital.  I told him we needed to time the contractions before we started to do anything…. and up until this point, Leeland was still asleep so we needed to think about where he was going.
Daniel started to time the contractions which was very confusing to both of us.  I was having 1 hard contraction and then I would have 1 or 2 smaller ones and then another hard– it was a pretty consistent pattern.  We assumed we needed to time them all which would’ve put them about 2 minutes apart, which made Daniel really want to go to the hospital.  I still wasn’t convinced or ready and decided I wanted to talk to my doula Jessicafirst and see if she thought that I was ready.  I called her on the phone and told her very vaguely about the contractions– Daniel and I had no clue what we were doing so I feel like she didn’t have a lot of information to go on. She called my other doula Bridget who happened to be close by in the area.  So Bridget came by to check things out and see how I was doing.  She asked about the timing of my contractions and since I really had no idea we started timing them.  This time around we only timed the harder ones and skipped the milder ones in between.  The harder ones were consistently 5 minutes apart.

She suggested I contact our midwife/OB office and let them know that my contractions were about 5 minutes apart and lasting about 20-30 seconds.  I called and the midwife on duty, Virginia, she said that it was up to how I was feeling about coming in.  She said that 5 minutes was really good and since this was my 2nd child, she felt that I would be able to discern when I was ready.  They were gaining intensity and I knew that if it were up to Daniel we would’ve been to the hospital a few hours prior, so I told Bridget, let’s give it 20 minutes and head out.  She called Jessica who happened to be about 20-30 minutes away so we decided we would meet her there at the hospital.

During all of this my in-laws had dropped by on there way out of state, and some friends of ours came by to watch Leeland.  Daniel installed Leeland’s car seat into their car, and I packed Leeland a “just in case” overnight bag, and packed the last of my toiletries into my suit case for the hospital.  We headed out– the dreaded car ride.  Up to this point, I had taken all of my contractions standing, walking and swaying.  Sitting hurt and it was hard to cope sitting.  In the 11 minute car ride to the hospital, I had 4 hard contractions– I had white knuckles from gripping the car door handle and I refused to wear a seat belt.  Once we got out of the car, I had to fill out some admissions paper work and due to the car ride, I had sort of lost my rythym working through each contraction.  Once I felt like I had caught back up, they whisked me away to be checked for admission.  Only 1 person could come back with me at this point so Daniel did.  Standard hospital procedure was to check for dilation, contractions, and listen to the baby’s heart– standard procedure to verify labor and then have the doctor or midwife decide whether or not to admit you.  All well and good standard procedure, except when it is very clear that a woman is in labor.  I was annoyed, I didn’t want to sit, I didn’t want to lay, I wanted to stand and sway and lean over the bed.  The poor nurse that was assigned to me for this part was very very kind and didn’t seem bothered by me not being very compliant.  She set out to find Hayden’s heart beat which took FOREVER, mostly because of the position I was standing in made it hard for her.  Then she had to unfortunately have me lay down to check for dilation for a minute– she was very cooperative with me and waited for when I was ready and she checked so quickly that I’m not entirely sure she got a good estimate and she definitely didn’t know how effaced I was.  She said I was 5cm and insisted I sit in a wheel chair to be taken to a delivery room.  I wanted to walk, but she said the wheel chair would be faster and she had noted my rythym and pattern of dealing with the contractions and mentioned that in the hall there was nothing to lean over to cope.  Just before I sat down in the wheel chair I felt a couple gushes of fluid.  I honestly thought I might had peed myself– we now of course know that my water had broken…

Read the rest of Hayden’s Birth Story here.