When I was very small my parents would hurry me along, always chivvying me to get ready and be presentable way before the event was due to happen.
Now, when I'm with Zoe (6) and Ellie (4) I sometimes find myself telling them to hurry up, to get ready, not to dawdle. At such moments I catch myself. I don't want to be late, but am I perhaps still living my life according to my parents' schedules? I have no right to pass on that anxiety to this new generation. They have a right to their own self-pacing.
My problem is not going to be their problem if I can help it.