life starts at 10...

I have a ten year old daughter.

As we get older we understand everything we missed, or miss everything we lived. And when we have kids we want them not to miss anything. So, I worry about my daughter because it seemed to me she wasn't seizing her childhood has she should.

Well, she is not me, she doesn't have my life, she has her own life, and she sure knows how to live it better than anyone else who is not living it.

Now, with ten, I see her knowing and singing childhood singsongs, teaching me some and wanting to play with me, showing me what she does with her friends at school (she is a only child so, at home, she plays with me).

And I "returned" in time. And today I remember that when I was younger than ten I did enjoy myself but, like my daughter, I didn't know that (I realised that later in life). At ten we not only play but we realise, we enjoy, we get to know other things, we choose to be with those we like the most, we are growing up and our life is beginning.