Who came up with the concept of time? And what do children have to do with it?

Hey what time is it? Who cares? Sorry a little rant and rave. It seems to me that time rules the world at the moment.
Time to start school. Time to be there and there and for this long. Time to have that a baby out. Time to retire. Time to grow up. My memory of childhood was timeless and I thank my parents for never proactively teaching me the time. The only time I knew of was bedtime 8:30. But 8:30 really meant some time after A Country Practice finished on Television which came after brushing our teeth, having a bath putting on the pajamas, eating dinner, playing and coming home from school.
I was watch less (timeless) until I started high school. A small family tradition (we only have a few!) has occurred for 3 generations and I hope for the next too. Your maternal grandparents give you at watch on your 12th Birthday and this is what I experienced and want my children to have too. A timeless 12 years. No time accountability, let the adults in their life take the responsibility. Being 12 usually marks the start of high school and an era in your life of real time responsibility. Catching the bus to school, taking yourself to basketball practice or meeting friends at the cinema.So yes a wrist watch makes sense.
Ok so I cringe when I see a 5 year old being trained to read the time from their watch, what I experienced last night and I blog to release my grrrr. A watch is like a a shackle, a way to control and make a child somehow accountable. Hey Felix and Matilda what time is it? :)

New beginnings

I have just planted 10 fruit trees in the back yard with a promise to provide us with yummy summer fruits. Such a simple task in such a busy time of our lives. My sister in law has cancer. My dad battles once again with his health. Yet when out in the garden planting, moving, tending I forget it all for a moment. I am glad that we did get a backyard rather than a simple courtyard as we had imagined when moving last year. While the garden supports me and provides the soil for new beginnings I hope to have the energy and resiliance to support my husband, children and family during the next challenging chapter. We are lucky that each of us has a way to support others: Felix writes letters to his aunty, who he knows is sick, to remind her that he loves her and wants her to be better. Tilda continues to laugh and plays games to keep us smiling. Michael actively listens to our emotional outbursts of anger, grief, confusion and analyses and helps to find an answer.