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 Kat's Writing Workshop
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.
ReplyDeleteI really must try out some of the prompts at Mama Kat's. You do such great posts with those prompts.
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...
DeleteThe 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. :)
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!
ReplyDeleteIt'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.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThank 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...
DeleteWe were so similar temperamentally as kids. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat doesn't surprise me. :)
DeleteOh, 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!
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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.
DeleteIt'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!
ReplyDeleteThey'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. :)
Delete10 is such an awesome age! It sounds like you have a fiesty fierce fabulous girl on your hands. Just perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you - I think so! I love ten too - double digits.
DeleteThat is such a sweet post comparing you both. It's neat to look at the two of you at the same age!
ReplyDeleteI bet your daughter would really enjoy reading this post ~ maybe now, but definitely when she's older.
Thank you! She read it, and replied, "Nice." And then she asked, "What is nuclear war?" True story.
DeleteLovely 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.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
DeleteI'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. :/
Love, just lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. <3
DeleteWhat a cool post - I love this. You should save it for her and tuck it away somewhere!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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.
DeleteI 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.
Your daughter sounds amazing. She'll grow up to be fab, like you!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I hope she is more fabulous than me! I need someone to look up to. :)
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