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.
The clock ticks faster every year. Wait ten more years, years blur into each other.
Posted by: Ed S. | March 21, 2014 at 11:38 AM
Man, I feel your pain. I also suffer pangs of guilt when I'm trying to rush my children off into the whirlwind madness of adult time. To be honest, I think their way is much more natural and healthy and our way is totally insane. Yet we (I) enculturate them out of a healthy mode and into an unhealthy one.
Posted by: jonnybardo | March 21, 2014 at 01:21 PM