I am happily growing, like every child, like everybody.
And like everybody I have first times.. actually a big number of them… do you remember you had so many first times?
Mom said: the first time, is the most precious and special, it moves you in ways you never forget. . . .
This evening.. was the first meal of my life!
Mom fed me.
My tableware was very simple: a long and soft spoon, of a very special blue hue; mother said that when I saw it for the first time I started dancing, so she knew I liked it.
My first meal (a “dinner”) was also very simple: mashed apple, only three spoonfuls…
Mom said that I was so good and obedient that she was very moved.
She said that when the blue spoon was in front of me, I immediately grabbed it with both hands, and quickly moved it into my mouth.
But in the moment when the apple sauce entered my mouth, my expression turned very strange; mom understood that it was because it was the first time to eat, and also the apple sauce had a little sour taste, but I still went on eating, and even licking my mouth, and still wanting more.
So she slowly fed me, and this first time to eat took a very long time, but in then end it only amounted to maybe two spoons of mashed apple. Maybe because my stomach is too small 🙂
But I was happy, obedient and not crying.
Oh, I ate! The first meal of my life!
At this point, do you remember one of your own “first times”?
Mother said that when she first fed me a spoon of food into my mouth, she was a bit agitated, looked at me, my smiling face, she said she felt like the taste of happiness: sweet, sweet to the deep bottom of the heart.
She said she was moved again, proud for me and for my coming to life.
Mom loves me!