It was fantastic. I you have never seen the Seattle Rock Orchestra and you get the opportunity - its amazing. A group of talented folks that have gotten together because they love the music. They had a full choir in addition to the orchestra, and a rock band, and had recruited the lead singers from several local bands like the Pilots and Honeypot to sing vocals.
But it started me thinking about other "firsts" she will have. I'm just materialistic to start thinking about the first car she will ride in, her first stroller, her first Louis Vouitton handbag (Thank you, Aunt Kathy!). The other day Ian and I were discussing her first word.
"Sheesh, since she can already hear my voice, her first word is probably going to be 'Fuck'. Or 'Shit'."
"Well, if it is, we'll just keep trying for Mama or Dada."
"Ha, nah, we'll just write it in the baby book as 'Duck'."
It's the funny little stories of our firsts that we internalize and look to give ourselves definition. When I was born, my mother was so dead set against having an epidural for some ungodly reason that she made my dad wait to take her to the hospital. That wait caused them to catch the train at a crossroads and I was very nearly born right there in my father's BMW. Some would say that this is why I am a master procrastinator. Others might say it contributes to my taste for fine German engineering. We are nothing if not rationalizing creatures.
Recognizing that there will probably be far too many "firsts" to keep track of, and not knowing which ones will become important to her later on as the gospel of who she is, I can only hope to keep track of as many firsts as possible and leave it up to Baby Balin to decide what's important to her.
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