Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood, especially as my child is about to start day care soon. There’s a mix of excitement and worry in me, because deep down, I suspect he might experience what I once did: Temporary Separation Anxiety.
I still remember, though only vaguely, how I used to cry every morning in kindergarten. The memory isn’t crystal clear, but the emotions remain. I can still picture myself clinging to my parent, refusing to step into the classroom. I don’t quite remember what I was afraid of — was it being left alone, or simply missing the comfort of home?
What’s strange is that despite spending years in kindergarten, I can hardly recall what I actually did there. I don’t remember the lessons, the songs, or even the games. The only thing that stands out is the crying — the overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be left behind.
Now, watching my own child reach that same stage, I can’t help but wonder how he’ll cope. This is just part of growing up, a small but significant step toward independence.
In a way, it feels like life has come full circle. The child who once cried at the kindergarten gate is now the parent standing at the gate, learning how to let go — even if just for a few hours each day.
