It was the same for me. My parents would drive us to the other side of the city to a Somali malcaamad for the better part of a decade and would socialise us with kids at the (Somali) mosque on weekends. At home they would only ever reply in Somali and read bedtime folklore which I loved. My siblings and I were encouraged to talk the language amongst ourselves in our younger years, even if it was terrible. This helped a lot for my old job too, no matter the nationality, I could find a way to understand most people.
PS. I'm glad to see your back sister
I was taught malcaamad at home by my awowe since my parents didn’t want to take me to the hood to learn it especially my ayeyo (she’s dramatic though). My awowe used to make me sit on a gambar when I would read it to him. I also used to go to the local pool and park with my dad while my mum was still at work during the evenings, I learned how to skate, and I had a tutor. I was only allowed to watch max 1 hour of TV. However my parents my weren’t strict, I never wore a hijab at all. It was a choice I could make.
I wasn’t exposed to Somalis much, I was very sheltered early in life, I actually only knew Somalis through socializing later in my university days and going back home a lot. It was kind of a shock to see that they didn’t speak Somali or have a strong cultural identity and that the identity they chose was black. I also didn’t know that my family was a little bit more well off than theirs because I grew up in a neighborhood where everyone was middle class. It was only when I stepped out of that did I realize how fortunate I was (even to have both grandparents help raise me).
I think it’s extremely important as a parent to be protective over your children and know their friends. They have a huge influence over your kids.You can tell your kid no to having a cellphone but their friends are showing them and allowing them to play on their phone and they won’t tell you what theyre watching.