Yesterday, Serena asked me "what was my second word, Mommy??" Not first word. Second word.
I was stumped. I knew her first word was "ball" and we made over her saying that first word like we had just discovered the future genius of the WORLD who was going to be so smart she could solve everything!
But her second word? Seconds are inferior, right? We have second rate, second class, sloppy seconds, second wives, and no one really pays attention when you come in second (unless you were Alydar). Factory seconds are sold at deep discounts. With a fourth baby in the house, we are knee-deep on the discovery of firsts. First teeth! First laughs! First sounds! First trip to the zoo! Look what he just did for the first time!
Children rush out on the playground and want to be the first to swing, the first to win the game.
And who can forget first kiss or a first love?
Somehow, we tend to discount the idea of seconds, thinking they are somehow "less than" the delightful discovery of firsts.
Yet....there are also second chances, the second time around, the blessing of having had the experience of the first and now you know so much better. The second can be even more delightful when you can relax in the knowledge of what comes next. And the third, and the fourth, and so on and so on.....
All that joy to be had from learning from the first time, so you can celebrate each and every subsequent moment.
Oh, and don't forget second helpings!