There’s a phenomenon I’ve been trying to name that I think all parents, no matter how savvy, can relate to. It has to do with the way parenting simultaneously slows life down and speeds life up. The way getting sucked into the vortex of diaper changes, breastfeeding, playdates and school life prevents us from keeping pace with our former selves, no matter how hard we try. I’m a pretty savvy person: I’m not someone who subscribes to the idea that we must all become crazed, harried people who haven’t showered in days and are always on the edge of a nervous breakdown. What kills me, though, is that no matter how diligent I am about trying to stay one step ahead in life, I still feel like I’m showing up a day late and a dollar short. Life changes when you run on “parent time.” Here’s how:
I know a lot of these changes come with adulthood whether or not you have children, which actually gives me some solace. I’m not the only gal in my social circle who stopped buying music after Mirrorball came out and I’m not the only child of the ’90s who still has all of their CDs. But I may be the last person in America under the age of 80 with a TV that’s 15 inches deep.
How has running on “parent time” changed you?