I grew up hearing it, and I still hear it now. On New Year’s, I’m not supposed to be the first person through the door. A man is supposed to go first, because a man walking in first is what brings a house good luck for the year. In my own family, that means my son.
My son has to come in before I can walk in, because I won’t bring good luck.
That never made sense to me the first time I heard it, and it still doesn’t. I never asked anyone where it came from. It was just what we did.
This isn’t only about one holiday. A superstition about who walks through a door first is a small version of a much bigger pattern, one that shows up in who a family invests in, who inherits, and whose name a household is expected to carry forward.
