When my husband and I dreamed of raising bilingual children, we had no idea that one of their languages would be rock and roll.
by Colleen Wells
Two years ago I was at a four-way stop, when the van began shaking. It was like an uneven load of wash about to abort its cycle. In the mirror I could see my sons, Yakob, two, and Ayalkbet, three, flailing their arms and legs in time to Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the U.S.A.,” and, amazingly, Ayalkbet was singing along. I pondered the implications. He had memorized a song in English, even though he had no idea what the words meant. Then they noticed me watching them and really started going nuts. From that moment on, music became our connection….