Lessons from Kindergarten

My middle boy started Junior Kindergarten last year and to say that his school career got off to a rough start, would be an understatement. He became riddled with anxiety and our morning routine became filled with tears and screams on a daily basis. Somewhere along the line though, we started to hear him talk about a girl named Stacie. We sighed with relief, finally he was making some connections with the other kids, he had made a friend!

My husband and I were curious as to who this little girl was and about half way through the year, while on a visit to the school, we got our first look at Stacie. I won’t lie, we were a little surprised. It was obvious that Stacie had some intellectual and social delays, was this the right girl? Later, in the year the teacher sent home a photocopied image of the class in a group together, we smiled at first glance. There in the very front was my son with his arms wrapped around Stacie! Maybe it was her gentle nature, or her quiet ways, we didn’t know what made our little guy attracted to his new friend, but were we ever glad for it. The morning crying never ceased all year, but we knew that once he got to school he was happy, he had Stacie.

The following Fall, school resumed and the boys went back to class. My middle boy came home on his first day upset.

“He took my Stacie” he grumbled angrily

“Who took your Stacie?” I asked

“Another boy, Stacie was playing with another boy today” he said sadly

But whatever happened, was quickly resolved and he continued on with Senior Kindergarten in the best of spirits. He was enjoying his year and proudly told his Papa all about ‘his Stacie’ and how ‘loved’ his friend during Thanksgiving weekend.

During a conversation with the Kindergarten teacher recently, Stacie’s name came up. I told her that my son was a little bit smitten with Stacie and relayed to her the story from the first day of school.

The teacher’s response was not what I had expected.

“Wow!” she said, “well that is just a true testament to how special your son is then”

I was confused and she continued to explain that Stacie’s delays were more severe than we had guessed. The year before, Stacie wouldn’t talk to anyone, she never said a word. My son slowly brought her out of her shell, and often wears the teachers clip on microphone that helps Stacie to hear. If Stacie was playing with anyone other than my son, than she has come a very long way and my boy had a lot to do with that.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked the hallway to exit the school. All this time we thought Stacie had saved my son, it turns out my son had saved Stacie. They saved each other.

So the two friends continue to thrive in their new environment and I have a renewed faith in the world. If only we could all be like we were in Kindergarten, where differences don’t matter, and being kind does.


This story comes courtesy of Jennifer from the blog Mom vs the Boys. If you have a story you would like to share with us, please head over to the Submit a Story page.

9 replies
  1. Alyssa
    Alyssa says:

    That is such a sweet story, it’s amazing how as adults we come to forget the simplicity of just being nice to someone, one smile or one gesture could be the change.

  2. Cheryl
    Cheryl says:

    So sweet! I’m already worried about my son starting school (even though we’re still years away from that day) but stories of friendship like this make me look forward to the day when he can meet his own “Stacie”.


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