Parent Time Dilation Theory

The time taken to accomplish any given task is invariably greater when undertaken as a parent.


Everything is different now. The days are seemingly longer, they spiral endlessly into one dreamlike experience, littered with the memories of the things left undone.

This is a new time. Where mention of sleep is whispered as if it were a mythical elixer. Where day and night trade mischievously with one another beyond the grasps of anxious parents.

This is Parent time

Birth...

Infant Sorrow

My mother groan'd! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swadling bands,
Bound and weary I thought best
To Sulk upon my mothers's breast.

-William Blake



Infant Joy

"I have no name;
I am but two days old,"
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty Joy!
Sweet joy but tow days old,
Sweet joy I call thee;
though dost smile,
I sing the while,
Sweet joy befall thee!

-William Blake