There are some differences between us that we can’t really talk about. The subtleties are immeasurable without being each other for a moment, to compare. How does gravity feel on you? How fast or slow does time move? What subconscious comforts do you provide yourself? How attentive are you to your peripherals? etc.
The laws of physics affect people differently… they are the same but we are not. A’s differences give me perspective, and I sometimes fall into relative self-introspection as a result. Maybe living is a bit heavier for A if he is more aware of the literal weight of the world. Maybe his moments are stretched out longer than mine are (actually, they are since time is relative and I am in 34 and he is 2). He seeks comfort in sensory input, do I too? I know I am sensitive to my environment… sounds and lights. And what I see out the corners of my eyes affects me even though I’m not looking that way.
Time dilation explains why two working clocks will report different times after different accelerations.
“A time” is referred to often in this house. “He’s moving in A time”, “his own pace”, “his own schedule” etc. and I sort of like thinking about how the theory of relativity affects my son. He and I likely observe time and space in different ways and that fascinates me.
I wonder if something is happening when I speed up – does it make him seem slower than he actually is? I try to relax my moments when we are together. Kid’s kind of inherently brake you, giving a chance to experience the senses better. I get down on the floor with him and try to feel the feel of the carpet, the sharpness of the edge of a block, the smooth button on a toy, the softness of a blanket. I listen to the hum of the fridge, a passing car, the murmur of a newborn sleeping nearby. I look at the contrast of colours in a book, the blur of greys in a shadow, the texture of a basket.
Maybe his unique set of neurological connections bend his continuum and events meld together in different ways. Maybe the enjoyment spent walking yesterday didn’t happen today. Maybe the “k” sound he made last year is still waiting to be learned. What will happen today may change his experiences of the past, inspiring me to try to take more time with things.