It’s been interesting trying to explain the passage of time to a 3 year old. When he was 2, he would ask, “When Dad is 2 years old, will he play with me?” as if at some point, his father would finally age back down to a more understandable (and fun) age. I think we’re clear now that time runs in one direction, that we used to be little kids, and that his grandparents were young parents like us long ago, but the questions about growing up, growing in height, and growing old all still get a bit mixed up.
I like this project by photographer Irina Werning. It’s sweet, humorous, with a tinge of melancholy… and perfectly illustrates the passage of time for someone just getting used to the idea.