It hit me as Julia was staring with wonder at the water bottles on the garage shelves and I was telling her we needed to get into the house so I could do my kettlebell workout before picking up Natalie from preschool (Julia is staying home to nurse a cold):
The number one conflict between my children and me is our diameretically opposed notion of time. For them time doesn't exist. For me time is in scarce supply.
Youth is a drug that pushes death away from the imagination. Middle age is a sobriety clinic that has mortality breathing its bated breath in your face every second.