My first love

What do you think of when you think of your first love? Your first boyfriend? The person who first fell in love with it? Your spouse? But when people think of first love they think of a romantic relationship but what is first love. If it weren’t for the movie Jawanie Janeman then I never would have gotten to think about this topic. I remember that in that movie there was this scene where the father rushes to the station to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t leave because he loves her. He also says that she was the first person he ever loved, that she was his first love and after that it got me thinking, what is first love? If you asked me 3 months back I would have probably answered anybody else would have, the first person you love, it could be a boyfriend or your husband in some cases. But my first love was my parents. My first love was my family. 

I believe that every child’s first love is their parents. A parent has loved people before their child but the very first person a child loves is their parent. The relationship between a parent and a child is very simple and yet it is complicated in many ways. The love that is shared between a parent and a child is nothing compared to any form of love. It’s the love you are willing to go to the ends of the world for. It’s the kind of love that never ends. It’s the kind of love that always forgives. It’s the kind of love that never leaves your side. It is the kind of love that goes beyond explanation. If you ask me what is my first memory, I’d go back in my thoughts and I’d spend some time recalling things but after scanning everything I don’t remember. I don’t know but I do know that they were good memories. I may not remember what the memory was but I do remember the feeling and it was a good feeling. 

All my life I didn’t think it was important to say that I loved them and that I was thankful for everything they did for me because they knew. But I am thankful for everything because I wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for them. People like to say their boyfriend or husband completes them but a child is more their parents than their partner. I know I have so much in common with my parents. I get most of my character traits from them, good and bad but I wouldn’t give up either because they make who I am. Many people think that their parents don’t do enough for them but they do a lot more than one can imagine. My parents are my world, how can they not be? I owe my life to them.

Isn’t it a mystery that you have a child who is a stranger but theirs and you are willing to do whatever to make them happy. You don’t even know them yet but somehow you already love them like you have loved nobody before. Well it’s the same for a child. Many fail to express it but I’d be willing to give up everything for them, but because they love me more they won’t ask me to give up anything. I have always gotten what I asked for. From dolls when I was a young girl to money now that I’m old. I barely have any obligations in my life. They have given me freedom. I have a lot to thank for and the list wouldn’t even end but every parent gives their children what they deserve.

I want to thank my parents for the little things that matter. For supporting my dreams and helping me with them. For having my back when nobody else. Thank you for the life you gave me. In 6th grade my friends were calling me “spoiled” and I hated being called that. So once in a conversation I told my parents what they were saying and my parents just told me that you are blessed. At that time, it was just something to get rid of that tag that they had put on me but I am blessed. I am blessed to have parents that love me unconditionally. It wouldn’t be my world without them in it. I am more than I am me and that is okay because after all they are my first love.

You know who else was my first love, it was my family. My family is like every other family twisted in their way but my memories don’t just go back to them. It had my grandfather, my grandmother, my cousins, my uncles, and my aunts. I remember when I was young my grandmother was my go-to person. If I was about to get scolded I would go to her because I knew she wouldn’t let anybody say anything to me. She was like this human shield I had. One day I was having this painting competition with somebody. And people were voting for a painting. I saw I was losing and being the kid I was I started crying. I was crying my eyes out because I was about to lose a silly competition and my grandmother was just there calming me down. I have gotten so mad at her for the things she didn’t even do but I knew I could cry in front of her to let out my anger because she was the right person. I didn’t have to be afraid of being scolded by her. She would comfort me in a way that only she knew how to. We were always very close. We didn’t live together and maybe the distance was exactly what helped our relationship to be strong.

My grandfather is a stern man with both his sons but he is a completely different person with my cousins and me. Nothing brings him more joy than seeing us all together. I can see the love in his eyes when he is talking to us. Every time he would call me he would ask, ‘What do you want?’ and each time my reply would be, ‘Nothing.’ But he never stopped asking. He would do anything and I mean anything to see us happy. Which most grandparents do. I was talking to him today and all of us, my father, my mother, and I were talking to him on video-call and I could see his eyes spark joy and love. I could see how happy he was and it made me happy. 

My maternal grandmother is one of the very few people I look up to. We meet very few times but each time she does not fail to make an impression. My mother is a very well driven lady. She is very passionate about her work and I see where it comes from. My grandmother has seen many challenges in her life and 1 I respect her for giving so many good values to both her children and 2 I respect how balanced she is. She still works and she loves her work but she also takes time out for other important things as a family. She is who I want to be when I grow up. 

I have so many family members and I don’t know half of them but the ones I do know have left a big impact on my life. My cousins are a few of the people who I can have fun with. My cousins are the definition of fun. One of my cousins is not much younger than me and we have had so many good times together. From school Halloween parties to just every day. We were very close until I moved away. Another one of my cousins is about 7 years younger than me but I remember how happy I was when I first heard I was going to have a sister, even though we weren’t siblings. I loved her before she even came out of her mother’s womb. As her baby shower I danced for 2 hours non stop because that is how excited I was. I used to change her clothes and sometimes even help her with her showers. Then came two other cousins who I loved equally. But I have two other cousins. One if my age. We went to school together for two years and she was my best friend. I hated my school but with her things were much bearable. Whenever my mother used to tell me we are going to Nani’s place I would be on top of the world. Not only would I get to eat Aloo parathas that only my grandmother can make but I would get to spend time with my cousins. It also made a huge difference that they were my age. We would play outside and do all sorts of fun stuff. All I can say about my cousins is that they are my heart, all 6 of them. All I know is that I loved them the day I saw them. 

My uncle and aunts are very supportive. From different lectures to learning they do what is best for us. Our relationship goes beyond eating waffles at a different place each time or discovering a new restaurant I have never heard the name off. All my uncle and aunts are different but they all give me something the other can’t. One gives me learnings and the other sweets. One helps me know more about ethics and morals and the other plays board games all night. One took care of me for 2 whole years and the other takes care of me now. They are under-appreciated by now that I’m talking about love I’ll say this, I love them. 

The question you would have is why did I just spend or for some waste 7 minutes of their precious time just talking about my family and the people I love and respect and the truth is that with everything there is today we forget to thank those people who had a huge hand in making everything happen. You all love your family. I know I love them. I have loved them ever since the day I was born. I have loved each and every one of my family because they all gave me something that meant something to them. They have all taught me something and they are what I can be thankful for every day when I wake up in the morning and when I sleep at night. Make sure your loved ones know that you love them. Spend time with them. Let them know that they mean a lot to you. I know my family does. They are all my first love and no guy will ever get the amount of love I have for them because it goes on and on. It never ends. Go tell your family and your parents that you love them and that you appreciate everything they have done for you because they did the best they could. I told you about my life and the people I love because we all have someone we will never stop loving. We all have that first love, so make sure you tell your first love they are that. Life is too short not meant to be lived and might as well do that with the people you love. Fight for them because they fought for you all their life. 

Share this blog with anybody who you care about. Through this blog let them know how much you love them and how much you respect them and appreciate everything they have done for you. Send this to people who make your life worth living. And for my family, I love you. I know I don’t say it enough but I do, a lot. I am more my family than I am myself but again that’s okay because they were my first love.

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