I learned them in this order, but ever since, the order of which language I master best, has been reversed.
I write in English; stories, poems, my blog!
I speak in French & Polish to my parents, as they do not speak English fluently.
Polish is a necessity when I go back home, to the small village of Pleszew, & my grandmother, cousins, uncles & aunties, welcome me once more. I don't have the luxury to speak in any other language, as they do not understand. When I stumble on a word, I get frustrated, because I feel like I don't have such an expansive vocabulary, as I do in English & French.
I understand Spanish, thanks to high school courses and a University class, & I can even communicate my basic wants/needs, ask for directions etc...
Languages can be;
- Barriers: Many people only speak one tongue or dialect. When they travel or relocate, they cannot experience a country to the fullest, as they will always be an outsider looking in, until they learn to love, live, breathe in this new language.
- Daunting to learn: Especially as an Immigrant. My mother had to learn French when she was in her 30's. It was emotionally & mentally challenging. She never lost her European accent. Whilst, my sisters and me were still children when we were thrusted in a French school. I remember, no one understood me! I would cry at night; I couldn't make friends, I was the weird kid that couldn't communicate. It was a very lonely time, even lonelier for my mother.
- Blessings: It provides variety, it offers a challenge to exercise our minds & discover new ways for communication. My father speaks; Polish, French, Lingala, Batetela & Swahili. He understands English, but has difficulty speaking it.
I want to perfect my Spanish & learn Swahili. I will, in due time.