I grew up with a mother who valued speed and quickness above almost all else. We needed to move quickly, as in, “I’m in the car—get out here NOW!” We needed to quickly catch a clever story. And it was expected that we be clever, speedy deliverers ourselves. We needed to not get caught up in too many details. My mother (and I often) almost loses her mind to watch my son, who feels little to none of this urgency, butter his toast. He literally covers the entire surface in a measured, level way regardless the time it takes. My mother slaps butter on in a kind of haphazard fashion…