First Times. Full of promise of the unexplored . Anxiety and nervous anticipation.
First Crush , First Job , First Car , First Home . Each milestone , so special , etched in our memory forever for all that it means to us. All that it stands for.
Am a mixed bag of teary eyed – happy within feelings , slightly overwhelmed as I find myself in the middle of yet another First Time . My little one starts school today , definitely more poised and calm than me and I wonder , though not for the first time.
It doesn’t matter which kind of parent you are: hands on or disciplinarian , working or home maker , I don’t guarantee you an easy life . Far from it infact. But I do guarantee that it would be filled with first times .
Perhaps that’s why we become parents. Because we get to see , feel , hear and experience something new every day. And I challenge you to tell me anything else in the world that can guarantee that.
Linking it up with #MicroBlogMondays.
Always found it very difficult to write about being a Mother & then one day as I sat in a class with tiny multi coloured chairs and felt like it was my first day at school , I wrote this post, the closest I would ever come to reveal how I feel about being a mother.This post has been written in association with Blogchatter and Chaipoint for their Mothers Day Special.