I, too, spent my childhood being an adult. I know I missed out on so many experiences. My kids brought out the kid in me, though, and sometimes that means my husband thinks I’m immature. What he doesn’t realize, and your writing brought to my attention, is that I wasn’t allowed to be immature when I was…immature!
The only thing I want to warn you about with your daughter is to not do what I did — I kept my girls young for as long as possible because I was a grown-up for far too long. I didn’t want them to be like me. I didn’t want them to be an adult at 8. However, I kept them young and immature to their detriment. They need to go out and get a first job (I *had* to work for money). They need to help around the house (I was the full-time, live-in maid). They need to put themselves out there into the world without fear (I hid so that nobody would know about my life). And they need to try different things so that they know who they are, what they like to do, and what they don’t like to do.
I have many regrets about how I’ve raised my girls to be not like me but in the same way that making someone grow up so quickly is wrong, so is keeping them young into their late teens and early 20’s.
Hopefully by the time grandkids start coming around, I will have the right recipe for raising children.