It’s been my constant endeavour to have my children – yes, I have two of them now – revel in the joys of new experiences. As adults, we spend the rest of our lives reminiscing about the “first time” we experienced a specific phenomenon. If we’re lucky, we also get to add some “first time” experiences through our adult life. Either way, memories of those experiences bring a sense of satisfaction and joy that knows no limits. That’s why, every other week or so, I try to do something different with my daughter, instead of just going to the nearby mall each time…
A friend asked for “more photographs” of the little Tiger, and I found myself answering that we don’t have any more. That’s when she – a mother of two – pointed out: “It’s different with the second one, isn’t it? You don’t find yourself going out of your way to record every little movement of his on camera, like you did with the first one, right?” And that set me thinking… Is it, somehow, any less important an event this time?