Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Ten

 When I was ten, I was the tall kid in school – much taller than everyone except for the one boy and girl who always sat next to me in the back of the classroom.  She is tall, too.  Blame early development, hormones in chicken, genetically engineered vegetables, and whatever else you want, but she is my child and she is tall.

When I was ten, I did well in school.  I studied and studied and never missed a spelling word.  She does well in school too, and is smarter than I was at ten.  Way smarter.

When I was ten, I worried about nuclear war, being abducted, getting lost, talking to strangers, the dark, snakes, and frogs.  She is afraid of the dark and has never heard about nuclear war.

When I was ten, I had a core group of close girlfriends.  We shared a lot, lived for sleepovers, and giggled in school.  Making friends was hard because I was shy and timid, but I loved my friends deeply.  She has fierce girlfriends and makes a new friend practically everywhere we go.

When I was ten, I was emotional and sensitive, usually by myself, in my room, worrying about things that a ten-year-old worries about.  Things always came at me hard; I was easily injured and retreated to think about my injuries and to heal my wounds.  She is sensitive, too, but uses her sensitivity to reach out to others.

When I was ten, I danced but hated gym class and playing sports.  She loves gym class, dancing, and basketball.  I would have rather died than to play basketball when I was ten, and she not only loves it, she gets it.

When I was ten, I listened to old Beatles’ albums and the Annie soundtrack over and over in the huge headphones that I’d steal from my brother.  She dials up favorite songs on her iPod and makes videos of herself dancing and singing to them.

When I was ten, I played Barbies for hours, setting up elaborate houses and plotlines.  She does, too.

When I was ten, I loved Michael Jackson, George Michael, and Madonna.  She loves Selena Gomez, Bruno Mars, and Usher.

When I was ten, my brother and I fought terribly.  She and her brother do, too.

When I was ten, I would have loved to have been friends with my daughter.  I think she’d love that, too.

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This post inspired by:


Mama’s Losin’ It


Prompt #5: When you were your youngest child’s age, what were you like? 
Would you have been friends with your child? Why or why not?

24 comments:

  1. What a wonderful post! I love how you can see the similarities and differences between you and your daughter. I wonder what her take on this post would be - if she sees herself in the description ... and if she sees you in yours.

    I really must try out some of the prompts at Mama Kat's. You do such great posts with those prompts.

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    1. Thank you so much! You brought up such a good idea. My kids love when I write about them, I wonder if she'd agree with me here...

      The prompts at Mama Kat's keep this blog alive most weeks. If it were up to me the posts would be much more inconsistent, and probably not as interesting. :)

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  2. Aw, this reminds me a lot of my 10 year old daughter and me- I need to try out some of these posts, too. I've nearly abandoned my other blog.... oops!

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    1. It's so easy. It's pretty much the only thing I'm doing on a consistent basis lately. On every level. I think this is sad.

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  3. I loved this post! What a great idea to look back and remember what you were like at this age. I'm sure she'd love to be your friend too, and I'll bet her videos are hysterical.

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    1. Thank you! Her videos are the best. She uses all kinds of effects and lip-syncs to her favorite songs, whether she knows the words or not. I'd do it, too, but I'm afraid they'd get into the wrong hands...

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  4. We were so similar temperamentally as kids. :-)

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  5. Oh, man, the Barbies! I loved Barbies when I was that age. My oldest daughter left the doll-stage far too early. She's smart and shy and a lot like her dad. My middle is 12 and still loves playing dolls. She's much more like me. Daughter #3 is 3 ... only time will tell!

    Visiting from Mama Kat's!

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    1. Thanks for visiting! I have to admit, I was playing with Barbies until I was way too old to be playing with Barbies... to the tune of age 14 or so.

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  6. It's amazing to see yourself in your child isn't it? My kids are still small so I am sure the discoveries are just beginning!

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    1. They'll change a million times before they turn into who they're supposed to be, but I enjoy seeing snippets of my husband and I in them... provided they're only the GOOD snippets. :)

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  7. 10 is such an awesome age! It sounds like you have a fiesty fierce fabulous girl on your hands. Just perfect.

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    1. Thank you - I think so! I love ten too - double digits.

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  8. That is such a sweet post comparing you both. It's neat to look at the two of you at the same age!

    I bet your daughter would really enjoy reading this post ~ maybe now, but definitely when she's older.

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    1. Thank you! She read it, and replied, "Nice." And then she asked, "What is nuclear war?" True story.

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  9. Lovely post! My youngest is three and it is hard to compare the two of us, not having many memories from when I was that young, and having to view ourselves through the eyes of others. The style of your post is terrific. It will be interesting to see how you compare when she is 13, or 16, or 20.

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    1. Thank you so much for the compliments. I love to compare my kids to how my husband and I were when we were their age, and look forward to see who they become.

      I've found it is useful to draw on childhood experiences to teach our children when they get older, except that the older they get, the less they want to learn from us. :/

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  10. What a cool post - I love this. You should save it for her and tuck it away somewhere!

    I am amazed at how much Kidzilla is like both of her parents and yet still so much her own person. It's unbelievable.

    Unrelated...why can't I find this blog on Bloglovin' to follow? I have your other one, but not this. Go figure.

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    1. Thank you! Isn't it crazy how our kids resemble us in different ways? Unfortunately sometimes mine only seem to show the traits that I wish weren't there.

      I just registered with Bloglovin'. Maybe that's why it didn't show up? Try About 100% instead of About 100 Percent. Using a % in a blog name wasn't the smartest thing I ever did.

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  11. Your daughter sounds amazing. She'll grow up to be fab, like you!

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    1. Thank you. I hope she is more fabulous than me! I need someone to look up to. :)

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