I grew up in Boston, surrounded by culture and history and a whole gaggle of family members who also grew up there. My mother walked me around Downtown Crossing, recalling the times she had gone to the "Johdinz" there with her mother. I worked at a pizza joint that my father used to go to when he was in high school. Every member of my family spent time at The Children's Museum, The Science Museum (where it's fun to find out!) and the New England Aquarium (I can walk like a peeeeenguin!) There is this collective memory bank that we've all made deposits into over the past however many years.
Who's Jim Rice? (my nephew at Fenway c. 2008)
post on this very topic.
As The Who gets older (and he is getting older, dammit. Where is the time going?) and we get to experience more of what Philly has to offer, I am so grateful for being in a different place than where I grew up. Sure, I want to offer him some similar experiences. There are plenty of things I did as a kid that I think I would love to share with him, but being in a new place means we get to experience new things together and create new memories. In many ways, raising a child away from family and away from childhood familiarity is wicked hard. Even sad, sometimes, but being here instead of there means I really can't foist my experiences onto him. It means he gets to forge his own path.