Joys of Parenting: Another 'First'
This weekend we drove up to Cincinnati for the day just to hang out and do family-type stuff together. We had tons of fun and capped it off by watching the Reds play the Chicago White Sox. I should say, though it was a good game, watching the Reds lose to the Chicago White Sox.
I should mention that, contrary to the empty seats in the photos, the stands were full. As a matter of fact, as you can tell, all that was left were the cheap seats in the nose-bleed section...we just got there early. Since we like the Red Sox, Jacob kept getting confused between the Reds and White Sox and, in the excitement, would occasionally yell out, "Go, Red Sox!!!" (naturally, when everyone else had just gotten quiet). I would have never imagined a five-year could get as embarrassed as he did.
This marked both Jacob and Karen's very first major league game. One of the greatest joys of being a parent is getting to experience so many "firsts."
It's always something of a bitter-sweet experience because we are blessed with being able to share so many of these new adventures and one hopes there will be many, many more. At the same time, as these "firsts" continue to come and go, there is the realization of the passing of time and the understanding that the special moment when your little one experiences something never before experienced, they'll never be quite as special as that first time.
That couldn't get much sappier, could it? Ah, well...I'll just claim parental prerogative to be a big baby when it comes to their children and claim the right to fully experience the struggle, the pain and joy that comes with watching a child grow up.
I should mention that, contrary to the empty seats in the photos, the stands were full. As a matter of fact, as you can tell, all that was left were the cheap seats in the nose-bleed section...we just got there early. Since we like the Red Sox, Jacob kept getting confused between the Reds and White Sox and, in the excitement, would occasionally yell out, "Go, Red Sox!!!" (naturally, when everyone else had just gotten quiet). I would have never imagined a five-year could get as embarrassed as he did.
This marked both Jacob and Karen's very first major league game. One of the greatest joys of being a parent is getting to experience so many "firsts."
It's always something of a bitter-sweet experience because we are blessed with being able to share so many of these new adventures and one hopes there will be many, many more. At the same time, as these "firsts" continue to come and go, there is the realization of the passing of time and the understanding that the special moment when your little one experiences something never before experienced, they'll never be quite as special as that first time.
That couldn't get much sappier, could it? Ah, well...I'll just claim parental prerogative to be a big baby when it comes to their children and claim the right to fully experience the struggle, the pain and joy that comes with watching a child grow up.
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posted by DAVID C. PRICE at 6/19/2006 10:20:00 PM
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