My son was 2 when this started. He is now 4, and weirdly it feels like time has skipped, like the last year has just contracted into nothing. I can't explain it but it just seems to have sort of disappeared, like I went to sleep before his 3rd birthday and have woken up 15 months later. It is worse for my parents, of course, they have missed most of his changing from a toddler into a little boy.
I think lots of us with small children feel like this. I feel like I started lockdown with a toddler who felt very much still little - napping, less vocabulary/conversation etc and now I have a proper little girl. And so much of what I wanted to do with her before she starts school (she is and will be an only child, this is my only go at this) just hasn’t been possible. I don’t stop to think about it too much because it makes me incredibly sad.
For those at the beginning or end of their lives time takes on more significance. It’s all very well for those of us bumbling along in the middle to say “just another few weeks”, “just another few months”, “just one more lockdown”, “just wait until next year”.