People call my sons "American boys" but just as a joke. They are so completely Italian. It has taken me a long time to come to peace with that. Or better, to come to relative peace with that, because it still makes me somehow sad that my sons will not have so many of my American childhood experiences.
But, one of the important lessons I have learned in being a mother is that my children are not little versions of me. They have their own personalities, interests, points of view...and language and cultural experiences as a result of being "Italian boys."