Give it a few more years after that and you'll wish that YOU were your child's age.
I feel this way sometimes especially because my children are growing up in the same exact house I grew up in. I see her running around our yard just the same as I did. We walk down to the creek and walk down it and all I can do is picture when I was her age down there digging up crawdads. The trails that I ran down when I was her age are even still there. Even in the house the memories are deep. I went up in the attic a couple of days ago and found 2 blue sleds that Santa got for me and my sister back when I was 8 years old. Still in the attic. I only hope there is snow (or ice) this year so that my youngest daughter and son can sled down the hill just as I did. Later, QD.