First times is a funny concept, when we are born we are innocent and programmed to love. This is also the time when we tend to experience a lot of firsts – first words, first steps, first teeth, first tears.
With time the firsts take a sharp U-turn and with years comes first heartbreak, first responsibilities, first grey hairs even.
I remember reading in a book once how you can see the life stripping away child’s innocence by the way they refer to their parents. It starts as simple as momma and dadda, later grows into mommy and daddy then, somewhere lost in translation after all those firsts, it becomes mother and father.