It was a recent weekday and my son was with a family member
versus our normal daycare service.
I was sitting at work and had a few minutes to check my
Facebook page. And I was surprised by what I saw.
It was pictures of my 4-month-old son standing in the sand
at the beach. There were wide shots and closeups of his little toes and smiles
abounded.
But instead of being charmed with his infinite cuteness, I
was sad … and a little angry.
I had wanted to share that moment with him — to see the look
on his face when he felt the strange warmth and softness of beach sand
squishing between his toes. The comments under the photo alluded to the fact
that he didn’t care for the prickly sensation of grass under his feet, which
just deepened my angst.
I shared my feelings with the family member, saying I wanted
to be there for as many first moments as I can.
But where do you draw the line?
My understanding of first moments encompasses developmental
things — rolling over, crawling, first tooth, walking, first word — and
experiences — swimming, different textures under the feet, petting zoo.
But I am firmly aware that these feelings are driven solely
by my selfish need to be there for my own benefit. I know it won’t make much
difference to him if I’m there or not.
So how long does a first-time parent keep this up? After the
first birthday? After all the firsts I can think of have been exhausted? After
someone hosts an intervention and says they are sick of my obsessiveness?
I’m sure the novelty has a natural way of fading away as the
realities of life settle in for the next decade. And, let’s face it, there are
some firsts I’m dreading — the first potty training accident, the first time he
repeats a cuss word someone errantly said.
But, for now, everything he does is precious and I want to
see as much of it as I can. I dare someone to stop me!
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