Either say it as “the first matters” or “the first, matters“; Life is a series of the many first moments because there has to be a first time to everything. It is a sequence of some pleasant and nasty events successing one another. The human brain tends to forget a couple of things but what it cannot omit from within is the first success achieved no matter how big or small that was or the first failure encountered, the extent of which might have brought a trivial loss or a shattering outcome.
Everyone remembers their first times of everything.
Because the occurance of those things, happenings or events has a great deal of emotions attached. They are stored in the part of your heart and brain that doesn’t have an edit or delete option. Those first moments are the read only memories of one’s life.
Remember your first crush?
Or the first time you confessed about your love?
When you first secured a distinction in a subject or the first time you failed a monthly test?
When you for the first time baked a cake or a pizza and it got burnt?
The first time you wrote a poem or started drawing that got published irrespective of lacking perfection.
Mine in bottom right corner of Thursay magazine Oman, 2005
The first car you drove or the day you got the license?
First day of yours in a college or university (because one cannot remember the first one at school)
Remember your first job and your first pay no matter how low or high it was?
The first time you got engaged and it broke off unfortunately?
Your very first residence?
The first time you proposed and got rejected or married?
First thing you bought together after your wedding for your home? (For me it was a laundry basket 😁)
First vacation as a family?
The first time you conceived and sadly it didn’t continue?
No matter how immature/mature you were, you still remember most of those precious times don’t you?
Well I do. Most of them actually.
Life is just a matter of the very beginnings. The successions may continue to happen but it’s about the moments that top the list. That when you pen down in a diary mark the starting of its page.
For parents however, specially the mother, each first and every milestone of her child is the paramount of her motherhood. From the moment she conceived a tiny little nothing to seeing him/her growing into a complete beautiful human getting married and having children.
It leads her.
Urges her to strive for better each day.
A hope for providing the best.
The first time she felt the kick inside her womb. When the little nothing hit her hard enough to mark its presence inside and then when she heard the first cry of her baby and started crying herself looking at the miracle she just gave birth to. When she for the first time held him in her arms and then placed him right on her heart to feel the strength of connection and warmth of the tiny little body. The day when baby sat without a support, then stood one day and started walking. The day he grew his first milk teeth.
Baby’s first birthday which you start planning right after his birth. Out of all other birthdays, the first one is special of its kind because you spend months in deciding the birthday theme, dresses, decor, food menu and what not (Nostalgic feels).
I decided on a Royal theme for my son’s first birthday
The first day of your baby’s school when he cried his lungs out and you were left with no choice but staying strong fighting back your own tears.
The first time your baby had to appear for a test despite being asked to just spell a ‘Cat‘. And from there beginning a never-ending series of countless assignments, tests and homeworks.
An examination of a lifetime.
A mother remembers it all. She doesn’t need any record books. The dates, the moments automatically engrave themselves on her mind and heart. Because motherhood is all about emotions, power and control. It’s about the authority. Authority to take charge and make the best of everything for her child. Authority to mark the beginnings. The power to celebrate and rejoice every milestone achieved and every first that occured.
Because a mother is a sovereign of her own kingdom.
The kingdom of her motherhood.