TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE
In a cruel reversal, my daughter, master of the dilly-dally, has become obsessed with time. It’s a near-constant barrage of “What time is it?”
She’ll check the time: ”Oh, 8:17.” Then two minutes later, “It’s 8:19.” Then: ”8:23. Huh.”
She wants to know what time to be up, when to go to school, when computer time is up, when dinner is, what time is bedtime and most of all "How Much Longer?"
I’m way ahead of you: this seems like a good teaching moment to get her to learn how to read a clock. She already knows how, sort of, but with all the iDevices lying around, she’s rarely without an easy digital read.
Some parents are on a minute-by-minute schedule, but we are not. There’s bedtimes and there’s schedules, but flexibility is key. And now we’ve got this rigid clock-watcher harshing our gig.
It’s put us in the funny position of saying “It doesn’t matter” and “Time’s a construct, man.” Okay, that last one is more of a riff, but the point is that time doesn’t matter unless it DOES. Are you picking up what I’m putting down? Like Rust says, “Time is a flat circle.”
And it’s not as if knowing the time actually changes her behavior much. If we’re running late and I’m trying to hustle her along, what do I hear? ”Stop rushing me!” Yep, back to the dilly-dally.