this season is full of ”the first”. The past week has the family worked the first ogräsränsning, the first ”where are my sunglasses?”, the year’s first grilling, the first beer in the sun, the first turn on the trampoline (not me) and the first abrasions (neither do I).
In my daughter’s life, it is as yet much that is ”life first”. I get jealous of it sometimes, that there is so much she will get to experience for the first time (the champagne! the kiss! nattbad in the archipelago!). But then I console myself with the fact that one of the advantages with having children is that you get a second chance, and by that you are currently get to experience a bit of the feeling on the new. (Yes, except the one where the kiss then. I have no illusions that I will get to be with.)
pass it on to the to most be ”the last”. Sometimes, perhaps as a result of an active decision: ”this will be my last flight to Thailand” or ”I will never more eat stewed carrots”.
But quite often slips there as well as just passing, and you realize only when it is too late to have had the time of her life last mens, drinking their life’s last great strong and had the last fight about how important it is to brush your teeth morning and night every day.
I will never more eat stewed carrots
Then, can you be a little nostalgic, and they where daily tandborstbråken so is both tiresome and incomprehensible. You think that ”well it’s just to accept and nothing to be bitching about every night” and one day, suddenly, it is no problem anymore.
It was sunny and windy, the bike was pumped and a helmet on. After a couple of hundred metres (then, of course, I become omcyklad of a number of more seasoned cyclists who had cycled the whole winter and/or had doped bikes), I felt clearly that something was missing. Säkerhetsvästen!
It took a dizzying moment to realize that, in fact, neither is expected to have a safety vest or safety belt when riding a bicycle. And it’s perhaps one of the biggest advantages of riding a bike.
In such moments hit I easy of a little hubris and takes out frihetssvängarna (and other curves) a little too much. And then there’s the risk that ”the first” also becomes ”the last”.
