I have a toddler. He’s the most amazing person in the world. Objectively speaking, of course. He’s smart, loving, incredibly curious about the world, and has energy like no human I’ve ever met.
Thanks to him, I understand what “keeping someone on their toes” really means because I can’t sit down for a moment. If I thought I had ever been tired before, it’s nothing compared to the sleep deprivation and the constant go, go, go!
Being responsible for a tiny human has made me hyper-aware of time.
My time depends entirely on his needs. I can’t just put breakfast on hold or wait to change a diaper. Things have to get done when they have to get done. Period.
I also understand what “time flies” really means because it seems like he was born yesterday, and now he has his own ideas, desires, and experiences.
But most of all, now I understand that when I used to say, “I don’t have time,” I meant, “I don’t feel like doing this right now.”