To Be a Child

I'm halfway through my life, and I struggle, now, to remember what it was like to be a child. I have snippets of memories, a couple of longer memories, and a whole array of feelings or sensations that I associate with my childhood, yet I can't really remember exactly what it was like to be a child. What I do have, however, are two children that I've nurtured and watched grow. While I've watched them both with fascination, it's been my daughter's growth as of late that holds my attention.

My daughter turned eleven this summer, and between then and now the rate of her mental development has astounded me. While I don't remember exactly what it was like to be her age, I see so much of myself in her that I can't help but look back and wonder if that's what I was like. She looks so much like me at that age, and she seems somewhat like the little person I remember being: a bit nerdy, awkward, naive, and full of wonder.

Yet, she's different. She's much more confident in her outsider status, and I can see her beginning to be stronger of mind than myself. Where I was more meek and mild, she's bold and outgoing. I'm so proud of the person she is, and I can't wait to see the woman she grows into.


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