When our children were small, my wife and I looked for Tibetan cartoons to show them. We found none. We looked for a Tibetan font a child would love, and found only the formal type of print. We looked for songs they could sing along to, and found elders who carried songs no one had ever recorded.

So we tried to teach our children Tibetan ourselves. We started and stopped. We grew tired, let weeks slip by, and started again. We are still trying, every day. It is harder than it should be, and we know we are not the only family who feels it.
Why does it matter so much? Because of something we cannot fully prove, but feel deeply.


















