It's even so when they're in the womb. And so many amazing things are happening, to the tune of gestational time; an invisible clock that can't be rushed and events that, although going on right inside yourself, you have absolutely no control over. Yet they are completely at one with the natural cycle.
I've been thinking of these things a lot lately, how we order our days, our time here. Perhaps because my oldest will be of "school age" this year. I often waffle between the desire to have no structure whatsoever and then back again to my seemingly innate need for orderliness. I worry about giving my kids just enough structure to help them feel secure without sacrificing too much of their freedom to just be kids. I was such a reserved, serious, mature child that I wonder if I allowed myself to have too much fun, to really experience unbridled joy. How fortunate I feel to see that joy in my own kids, and have a chance at embracing it, if only I could attune myself to their present moment, to their child-time.