YEAR 10
Who would have guessed that 70's hair could be so much better than 80's hair?
I'm not sure I can remember thirty years ago. Once I start thinking about being 10, I inevitably think about my one and only daughter who turned 10 a few months ago. (Of course, her birthday party is next week--it's just been that kind of year.)
So I thought . . . what are the differences between me at 10 and my daughter at 10?
1. I had a cat. My daughter does not. I do not wish to discuss the subject further. (Except to say: "Mom, now I totally get why you didn't want the cat. And apparently I'm meaner than you are.")
2. I have one brother. She has three.
3. I was a quiet, shy child. My daughter keeps getting moved at school and church for chattiness.
4. I had a radio. All feel free to laugh together, especially my daughter with her purple iPod shuffle.
5. I had a banana-seat bike. It's nice those seem to have the gone the way of dinosaurs.
6. I had color TV. With four channels. And if I was really bad, I had to watch the black-and-white set in my parents' room.
7. My big summer vacation was driving to Mexico in a motorhome with my cousins. My daughter is flying to Mexico for the second time this summer for a beach vacation.
Still, it's not all differences. We do share some things in common, besides our eye color. The biggest of these is reading. Nothing makes me happier (even while I'm telling her sternly to go to bed) than to find her reading in bed after 10:00 at night. Or shutting herself in her room when she "just has to finish this book now!" Or buying her books for Christmas and hearing a genuine squeal of delight.
Some pleasures remain the same.
I'm not sure I can remember thirty years ago. Once I start thinking about being 10, I inevitably think about my one and only daughter who turned 10 a few months ago. (Of course, her birthday party is next week--it's just been that kind of year.)
So I thought . . . what are the differences between me at 10 and my daughter at 10?
1. I had a cat. My daughter does not. I do not wish to discuss the subject further. (Except to say: "Mom, now I totally get why you didn't want the cat. And apparently I'm meaner than you are.")
2. I have one brother. She has three.
3. I was a quiet, shy child. My daughter keeps getting moved at school and church for chattiness.
4. I had a radio. All feel free to laugh together, especially my daughter with her purple iPod shuffle.
5. I had a banana-seat bike. It's nice those seem to have the gone the way of dinosaurs.
6. I had color TV. With four channels. And if I was really bad, I had to watch the black-and-white set in my parents' room.
7. My big summer vacation was driving to Mexico in a motorhome with my cousins. My daughter is flying to Mexico for the second time this summer for a beach vacation.
Still, it's not all differences. We do share some things in common, besides our eye color. The biggest of these is reading. Nothing makes me happier (even while I'm telling her sternly to go to bed) than to find her reading in bed after 10:00 at night. Or shutting herself in her room when she "just has to finish this book now!" Or buying her books for Christmas and hearing a genuine squeal of delight.
Some pleasures remain the same.
1 comment:
Too cute :) And I want your childhood massive big yard!
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