“When is my birthday?” P, one of my three-and-a-half-year-old twins, asked me eagerly. I looked into her twinkling eyes and wondered how to explain the concept of 6-months-away to someone who still doesn’t know the difference between yesterday and tomorrow.
“Well,” I began, “ next is your big brother’s birthday, then Daddy’s birthday, then Grandpa’s birthday, then Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Years, and then it’s your birthday!”
I watched as she processed this information, the serious look on her face telling me that she was deep in thought. I could almost see the gears in her head cranking as she considered all of these events that came before her beloved day. How is she going to react? I wonder. Am I about to have a meltdown on my hands? I held my breath, waiting, until suddenly…
“HOORAY!” She let out an exhilarated cry and did a somersault to show her excitement. “It’s going to be my birthday! I’m going to be six!”
I laughed and joined in her celebration dance. We’ll work on that lesson another day!