We were recently discussing how Isaac hasn't had a childhood like ours: a Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, mountainous childhood with several siblings and a host of stray animals to carry home. This was a little sad to me, at first, because I love my childhood. I've got some good stories.
But then, afterwards, it occurred to me what an incredibly unusual, adventurous life Isaac is having so far.
He is a five-year-old expat. He has lived in two states, two countries, and seven homes (some more temporary than others). He has traveled through airports in Atlanta, Toronto, Barcelona, Paris, Copenhagen, and Bergen (Norway), with several more to come this year. He's slept on trains, frequented many an eclectic coffeehouse, explored Copenhagen by foot (or stroller), and taken a ferry to Sweden. He is night-time potty-trained (I threw that in for my own benefit, because I'm just so happy it's true). He attends a Scandinavian kindergarten and speaks a little English, a little Danish, and a lot of Isaac(ish). Tomorrow he is going to watch his first-ever breakdancing performance, and next month he is visiting Amsterdam. ... So actually, I don't think he'll resent us for the fact that he has yet to own a dog or build a treefort or take a roadtrip across the U.S. It'll happen eventually.
And, truth be told, I expect his childhood adventures will come in handy as a teenager, when he's trying to impress American chicks.