The first grader looked up at his father. “Good luck in your New Room today, Daddy,” he said.
The child knew what it was like to go into a New Room, having done so both for kindergarten and for first grade. It meant new friends to make. New authority figures to respect. New toys to play with. A new place to sit. New opportunities for fun.
It also meant unfamiliarity and worry. It meant being unsure of what to do next. It would be re-learning routines and adapting to a different culture. It would be finding your place all over again.
“Thanks, buddy,” said the father, as he headed into the joys and uncertainty of his new job.
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