Dear Kindergarten,
I like my stuff. And, I like it to be out where I can see it. My mom always wants me to clean up, but it makes me feel better when I know my stuff is there, ready for me.
Some of my stuff is toys. But, I have other stuff that makes me feel calm and good and just right. You may not understand what I mean. It’s hard to explain. My stuff just makes me better.
At home I have a bouncy ball, a squish bed, a balance board, dinosaur feet, and probably some other things that I am forgetting. I also like to cuddle up tight with my mom, sometimes. She gives me squeezes and big hugs. I don’t always like to be touched, even by my mom. But, sometimes it make me feel really good.
When we go out, my mom always takes my headphones, just in case it gets too loud for me. I also like to take my blankets. Sometimes we walk up and down stairs…lots of times. My mom usually tells me when it’s time to use or do these things. She always seems to ask me at the right time. I wonder how she knows.
I don’t know what I will do in kindergarten without my stuff. Will you have something for me if it’s too loud or when I start to feel funny? Who will know what I need?
Kindergarten, do you have anything that will help me feel just right? I hope I can feel good at kindergarten.
Love,
O
P.S. Next time I will probably write to you about parties. I know you must have them, but I’m hoping you don’t.








Comments
Beth C.
Love this! My son could’ve written it, well except for the parties… He has a definite love/hate relationship with them.
Jenny from the Block
Very cute, and oh so true!
Sabrina
I was SO scared before my SPD son started Kindergarten. I was positive it would be a horrible experience for him, myself, his teacher, and his classmates. But the public school did a REALLY good job, even though he didn’t qualify for an IEP. His teacher was very understanding, and she worked with us to set up a plan for him that involved movement, and other support measures (mainly with self-care help from the school nurse). I had worked myself up into a tizzy with anxiety over how he would do. By the end of the year, he was even riding the bus! I never would have imagined he could handle that. Your little one will not only survive the transition, but thrive. And you will too.