Hats off to the wisdom of our children.

“Dirooz.” “Yesterday.”

To my son Issa, everything in the past is “Dirooz” (“Yesterday”) — no matter if it happened yesterday, 5 weeks ago, or even this morning. 

Yeaterday (lol), I was picking up Issa from daycare. 

I reminded him that the toy his dentist had given him that morning was still in the car, and he could play with it. 

“Oh, the toy I got yesterday!” 

“No, it was this morning.”

“It. Was. YESTERDAY!!!!”

So often we create tangled narratives of our past(s), cobwebs of sadness, resentment, or grief, stretched and reinforced over the years. 

“So and so hasn’t called us in 5 years,” “12 years ago this happened,” “7 years ago that happened.”

But the past — ALL OF IT — is the same thing. 

It’s the past. 

It’s, yesterday. 

Whatever else we bring to it, WE bring to it. 

Hats off to the wisdom of our children. 

I guess the trick is, not to lose our childhood wisdom, as we grow up.