Some time ago, I attended a fair on language learning and teaching. It was fun. There was, among many other interesting things, a panel discussion on growing up and living with more than one language. This made me think somewhat about my languages.
If you have followed my blog for some time, you might have noticed that while I write in English, I sometimes recommend German websites. I admit it: 😉 I’m a bilingual with two mother tongues: English and German.
In my case, like probably with most people, this was not a conscious decision. It just happened to be that way. But at the moment, I’m getting the feeling that it is en vogue among parents to want to raise their children bilingually, something to aspire to. Maybe a result of globalization.
For a long time, I have not given my bilingualism much thought. But recently, I’ve started to notice things. To be honest, being a bilingual is sometimes kind of weird and you run into problems non-bilinguals could not comprehend.
Sometimes I enjoy being bilingual. Sometimes I wonder whether my life would not be much easier if I had just one language and I think about whether it is at all a good idea to artificially try to raise children with more than one language.