I am currently raising two Third Culture Kids.
Not familiar with the term? It was coined in the 1950s by American sociologist and anthropologist Ruth Hill Useem to describe children who are growing up in a culture different than their parents’.
More recently American sociologist David C. Pollock in his book, Third Culture Kids: Growing Up Among Worlds (2009), described Third Culture Kids this way:
“A Third Culture Kid (TCK) is a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside the parents’ culture. The TCK frequently builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership in any. Although elements from each culture may be assimilated into the TCK’s life experience, the sense of belonging is in relationship to others of similar background. ”
To be honest, with both of my children currently under three years old I have not spent a lot of time thinking about the impact our time in Mexico will have on them.
I love that they can easily interact with both Mexicans and Americans with drastically different backgrounds with little thought to differences.
I love that my almost three year old (how can his birthday be only days away?) can speak in both English and Spanish (although at this point his English is still much better).
I love that my 14 month old knows both “hi” and “hola” as well as “bye bye” and “adios”, and claps and shouts “bravo” after a musical performance.
I love the exposure they are getting to another culture and way of life. How many other American kids get to experience Halloween/Day of the Dead in the traditions of Oaxacan culture? How many toddlers and preschoolers will happily eat huitlacoche (go ahead, look it up) or flor de calabaza (squash blossom) on a quesadilla? How many have walked among the ruins of cities built by the Mayans, Aztecs, Mixtecs, and Zapotecs?
My children are wealthy in cultural experiences.
However, there is still a part of me that mourns for their lack of my American childhood experiences. They have never been to a pumpkin patch, uttered the words “trick or treat”, seen the rich colors of Autumn leaves, or jumped in a big crunchy pile of them, and they have yet to touch the cold frostiness of a snowman.
Yes, they have many years of life ahead of them to experience these things. And I doubt they will ever fault me for the lack of these things in their early childhood.
Their early years are simply different than so many others’. Different than mine.
I hope that they will be able to draw upon the richness of these experiences for years to come.