Many that know me might be surprised to learn this, but I cried my first day of kindergarten. I didn’t want to go to school. I remember my mom promising me a pair of those dress up high heels, but only if I didn’t cry. Well, I guess I didn’t care much for them because I cried.
I started that first day of school with my aunt. She, unlike myself however, was very happy to be at school. I remember her trying to calm me down, and then I remember that eventually I made her cry. You might be thinking, “her aunt?” Yep, I have an aunt who is my age. We were born the same year. From what I recall, she was much happier to be in that classroom than I was. I don’t quite remember what it was or why I cried.
Little did I know at that time that I would end up in school for much longer than I or my parents would ever dream of. After high school graduation, I spent four years in undergrad, two years earning my master’s degree and then three more years at the doctoral level. That’s nine more years of school! Phew! It’s funny to think that I cried that first day after all that. I got over it after that first day…obviously! (insert happy face emoji with wide smile).
I guess if I have any point here it’s that it’s okay to cry on your first day of school. Those might be tears of knowing there’s a long journey ahead of you…hehehehe. It has been one heck of a journey, but it has been so worth it. I would not change anything for the opportunities that I have been blessed with.
It’s okay to cry, let them.
P.S.- My mom gave me that pair of heels anyways, my aunt got a pair as well.