Hola! (or Oh-La as someone used to say...suits my mood better today...) Just thought I'd come in for a quick rant about kiddicare.com but I'll spare you from it as I can't NOT comment on the bilingualism. Please feel free to skip the whole post, it'll be a looooong one.
I was raised bilingual. My dad only ever spoke his 1st language to me and my mum only ever spoke her 1st language to me (even though both of them were fluent in the other too). From what I've been told, starting from the first words, I learned both languages at a similar speed. I had a couple of made-up words (half-and-half) but what kid doesn't? Apparently I also refused to speak the "wrong" language to the "wrong" parent, and ended up stubbornly translating if anyone happened to speak to either of my parents in the "wrong" language too. (We lived in a 50-50 bilingual town.)
I went through most of school in my mum's language, but did do an "exchange" while in High School so that I got two terms in dad's language too. Went to Uni in England, so I suppose that doesn't count.
I consider it the greatest gift my parents have given me, and I am forever grateful that they both took the time for it... dad especially, as they divorced when I was 6 and he really had to go the extra mile (more like 100...) to make sure I didn't lose touch not just with him, but also the language and culture. It was hard for a while, as mum moved me to a monolingual place where the minority language was frowned upon. I've seen videos from that time, and I did develop an accent for a while. Fast forward to me being a teenager (read: old enough to escape the hell hole my mum had moved me to) and I spent every weekend and all my holidays back in my home town, which is where I also ended up doing the "exchange". Much thanks to that, my circle of friends to this day are speakers of the minority language. There's only one person I keep in touch with who's from the place mum moved me to.
I can't stress how important this all ended up being for me, on so many levels. Not only did I learn another language and gain another culture... it ended up giving me a whole other life, too. Without going into too much detail - I don't know where I'd be without it. Have you ever hear the saying "a new language opens a door to a new soul"? I think for me, the other language ended up also being a way out of a very miserable situation. I honestly don't know where I'd be without it.
I tell anyone and everyone who has the opportunity to bring their child up to be bilingual to do it. (Although I've never really gone into the personal details before...) It doesn't cost anything, it's not really that hard, and you're most certainly not teaching your child, you're interacting in your own language, which the child will pick up without any effort.
It leaves me quite torn, as I'm now married to someone who speaks English. It's taken quite a few heated arguments to get him to see the benefit of me speaking a different language to the bean (and don't even get me started on MIL's opinions on the subject!) but DH is now fully on board. (Although, I must say, I still don't think he quite gets that I plan on only speaking my language to the bean, at all times.)
The problem? "My" language. Because I'm bilingual, I have two. Do I pick the majority language or the minority language? Leaving all emotions aside, it would certainly make sense to pick the majority one, but I also think that the minority needs every boost it can get. Add to that, that the majority one is very hard to learn so it would make sense that the bean would get that one from me. But emotionally? The minority language is what I consider my own language. I've kept all my diaries in that language, and have a blog in that language. All my friends back home speak that language, as does the side of the family that I'm closer to. Not to mention the fact that in a way, I feel I'm indebted to that language for "saving" me.
I've spent months thinking about this, and I think the right thing to do is to do the sensible thing. For once in my life, I need to let the head rule the heart. I'll speak the majority language to the bean, and hopefully, in that way, I'll also manage to reclaim it for me, somehow.
Ummm, I guess what I'm trying to say is:
Please give your child(ren) the gift of another language if you can. It'll make their life richer and easier. There are no disadvantages (apart from the possibility of them starting to speak a bit later). They will not grow up confused, nor will they end up speaking both badly. It'll also allow them to access your culture from the inside - something they'll never be able to do if they don't speak the language fluently.
Please forgive me for going on... it's such an emotional subject right now. (Come to think of it... so is anything. I cry at adverts.)
As you were.