In The Only One Club by Jane Naliboff, a little girl discovers she is the only Jewish child in the class, so starts a club to make herself feel special. She soon learns that everyone wants to feel special, and that everyone is special in their own way. The entire class ends up in the Only One Club, each for their own, special reason.
My kids are not the only Jewish kids in their class, but they are one of only two Jewish kids in their class. This has always been the case for them, it is not surprising to them, it is their normal.
Their normal is so different than mine was. At least a third of my class (and school and neighborhood) was Jewish where I grew up. I was able to car pool to Hebrew School. A large number of my Hebrew School friends went to elementary or high school with me.
Where we live now is obviously different. My kids will get used to being the only ones, until they get older and make more friends through Hebrew School.
I guess my Only One status hinges on having lived in Africa for a few years. No one else I know here has even visited the continent of Africa.
How about you? What would get you into the Only One Club?