There was a time when I didn’t even know what “first” was. It was a time when I didn’t have a clue what that meant, and I couldn’t figure out why I was so obsessed with it. It was a time when I thought it was a curse. I thought it was like the curse of the first woman on Earth, because there is a certain amount of firstness that seems to be inherent in every woman.
Well, firstness of course is a lot of things. But the firstness of a woman is that she has a firstborn child, which most of us don’t have. The firstness of a relationship is that it has a first date, at least some of the time. The firstness of a job is that it requires a first day of work, or that you have to be at the office on a given day.
For me it is about the firstness of people and the firstness of places. I think I am a bit of a “first” person, which is something that is different from everyone. I think that many people might agree with me on this point. But if we all started looking at life through the same lens, then we’d all come to the same conclusion: we’re all in this together.
Many of us have found that our firsts are either an indicator of our future, or a part of our past. Being a first person for me usually means that I have a unique angle on the situation that I was in at the time. It doesn’t mean I have a monopoly on the truth about things, but I do tend to focus on the bigger picture first and that’s usually what I end up learning in the end.
I never could have predicted how my first time was going to turn out. I mean I had always wanted to be a mother, but I never knew if I would actually have a child, much less if it would be mine. With the fact that I got pregnant the first time, I started to feel a lot more confident that I would be able to parent myself. And I got it.
I just had a baby. I dont think I’ve ever felt more in control of things. I didnt know how to properly breastfeed, I had some major issues with teething, I was really tired, and I had no idea how to raise a baby. I had nothing to do, not a single hobby that I wanted to learn, just no one to talk to. But I had just found out my first pregnancy was ectopic, meaning a baby was outside my body.
That’s why I’m so impressed with the new documentary, A Life in Pieces. It’s about a woman’s struggle to raise her first child and how she coped with the transition. The documentary shows her first few months, first few weeks, and the struggles we all go through. It’s a great look at how we all grow and learn and we all face the challenges together.
One of the great things about the birth of a child is that it’s a unique and special experience. But there comes a time in a person’s life that they need to learn to accept themselves. The documentary does a great job of showing that.
One of the ways to do that is to be honest. In the documentary, we see a lot of women talk about how they struggle with the transition period and how they’re able to get through it. We also see a lot of men talk about how they transition period and do so with the best of them. It’s a great look at how we all transition and in our own way.
Another way to get through it is to be honest. I am going to talk about this in some of my other blog posts, but this story is also the most honest and moving example I have seen of the transition period. The documentary doesn’t shy away from the sadness of the transition. It shows how people who are in their lives for a long time are just unable to let go of the sadness they feel from being in a relationship that is taking over their lives.