Growing up, I remember a book that my Mom had called All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten. I’m sure everybody’s Mom had it back then, it was a pretty popular book. At its core it reminds us that all life lessons rooted from Kindergarten.
Be kind to others.
Don’t pick your nose in public.
Try to stay in the lines for the most part, but if you color outside occasionally, it is ok.
To me the overall message seems like, life is simple, enjoy the small things, don’t sweat things too much, because after nap time all will most likely be forgotten. Have you ever seen two young kids arguing one minute, and laughing together the next? Most kids don’t hold grudges. As adults we really do have so many lessons we can learn from kids. I think that is one of the secret benefits of being a parent. Those lessons are thrust in our face on a daily basis.
The other great thing about kindergartners is that one wrong decision doesn’t have to determine the outcome of their life. A bully can learn to apologize and be a kinder gentler person. The bad traits aren’t so deeply ingrained and woven into their personality yet. A shy kid can make one new friend that brings out the inner version of them for the world to see. Maybe that new friend gives them just enough bravery and self-confidence that the next time they don’t feel so shy. Life is open and exciting.
Adults are so quick to allow the path they are already on decide everything. We fear that if we step off the path we are already on, no matter how broken that path is, we won’t find a new path. Kids ignore the path. They hop, skip, leap around until they find a place they are happy. When do we lose this?
As an awkward adult, I may need to take remedial kindergarten. I think I missed the day of school where they taught us how to make and keep friendships, and not take life so seriously. I almost always feel like it is the first day of school and I’m trying to impress people, make them like me. Instead of just being me and knowing that someone will relate. I get so stuck on my past indiscretions and awkward moments that they bog me down the next time, and it becomes an endless cycle of a self-fulfilling prophecy.
My path is bumpy and I think it is time to start forging a new one. Not far from this one, maybe right next-door.
Or maybe I’ll just go back to kindergarten.
This is FINALLY my 100th post. Yes, that took forever. I’m just excited to hit 100!