My oldest daughter (age 3) has no concept of time. Everything that’s already happened was yesterday. Everything. Christmas? It was yesterday. So was a fun visit with her cousin and the St. Patrick’s Day party at school and her October birthday. She recounts her one-year old sister’s day of birth this way: Mommy, ‘member yesterday when I came to the hospital to find you and you had baby Kate? Yes, Maddie, I remember.
And anything that is going to happen in the future will happen next week. Easter is next week and so is summer and her next birthday and Christmas (even though Christmas was also yesterday). Mommy, next week when it’s Christmas, will Santa come again? Yes, Maddie, he’ll come again.
This is so endearing to me. I want to remember it forever.
Which is next week. 🙂