Like most parents, easy to answer that universal question:
“of course I love them both, love them the same, love them just as much”.
I’m sure all parents agree that, “with a first born, there are differences”.
Children bring incalculable memories – places in time, pains, gains, experiences.
Stories for telling. Retelling.
For recalling in quiet moments. Alone. Right here. Now.
We brag-up how their lives touched ours, touched others.
Making their path, slashing their trail.
They have. They did. As we did.
Trails so different.
Discovering so many things we’ve discovered.
Different times, different places, they’ve put us through our paces.
As we did them.
We gave them our most those first twenty years.
Children keep giving back.
Not in thanks or for appreciation.
They provide perspective we cannot glean any other way.
We gain. Grow. Accumulate. Having children – like vacuum cleaner attachments – we don’t always know where they are or what they’re doing or their purpose but together we are assembled, a family. Some parts go missing for a while but in time they get reconnected.
When daughter Carla was born, thirty-seven years ago this morning, she met essential criteria: ten fingers, ten toes, pink, warm, healthy.
Remembering her arrival, isn’t about daughterhood or fatherhood – tectonic shift – from youth-to-responsibility happens when we have children, when our first arrives.
Forever changes us. Nothing lost or taken away – we don’t lose free-spirit, free thought or our freewheeling ways.
You will always be my first child.
In the moment of your birth – your first action in life, you made me your dad.
I’m so glad.
Happy birthday Carla.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
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