My first born will enter kindergarten this fall. This is generally considered a big deal. I'm looking forward to this event. I know he will enjoy it, too. I just wish I could help him understand that the first friend he makes is the most important.
I mainly believe that he will go on to make other friends. Perhaps friends who will know him better. A friend that will make the team with him. Another may move away with him to attend college. Another still might be the best man who drives him to the church the day he gets married. But nothing replaces the first friend. How do I know this? Because I was just reacquainted with my first friend.
Here's the thing that my first friend probably never realized. After I moved away I stood on that new playground, at the new school with no friends. But I stood up straight and smiled my best smile because in my heart I knew someone had liked me once and surely someone would like me again. All thanks to the confidence I had from meeting my very first friend.
It had been about 30 years since I had last seen my friend. Three decades ago I'm pretty sure my last words to her were, "I don't think they have stamps in Wyoming (the God-forsaken location my parents moved me to)." But the minute we started talking I was so happy to be with her. Hearing where her path had taken her was an introspective action that I very much enjoyed.
Remember your first friend and know that because you had a first, you will have many more.