Every time he does, a small flicker of doubt crosses my mind. Am I doing this right?

I often feel lonely. There are several Korean communities in Ottawa organized around faith or libraries, but not many Korean playgroups. I spend most of my time with my son at English-speaking and bilingual playgroups. I don't want him to experience only Korean communities. I want him to grow up among people from diverse backgrounds. I simply wish we had more opportunities to connect with other Korean-speaking families, even if only a few times a year.

Recently, I started teaching students from junior kindergarten through high school at a Korean community school on Saturdays. There was a time when I wanted so badly to assimilate into Canadian culture that I avoided jobs related to Korean language and culture. But since giving birth to my son, I have come to understand the importance of knowing your roots and preserving your mother tongue not just to communicate with others, but to understand yourself.

Isn't life, after all, about knowing who you are?

Then, one day, my son said, “Appa.”

Daddy. In Korean. His first Korean word was for his father, not me. I was right there, and somehow, I found it both ironic and wonderful.

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/first-person-teaching-korean-to-my-son-9.7407042

(https://autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5920264&forum_id=2#50242691)