Dear Father Time,
I am a mother of two young girls writing to file a complaint. You continue to be so rigid in your ways, despite numerous repeated requests imploring you to slow down!
As you march forth at your same measured pace, our pleading falls on seemingly deaf ears. You just forge ahead, and on your unwavering campaign forward, you’ve taken dimpled fingers, pudgy legs, first smiles and lost teeth.
Your continued inflexibility is frustrating and you are completely unresponsive to negotiation or even the slightest change. I’m trying very hard to focus on the present and treasure the “now” without spending too much time looking backward or forwards. Sometimes, I truly live in the moment and escape the stress of your inevitable reality, at least for a bit.