I arrived at school to find a tiny boy kicking the front counter of the office. He wouldn’t stop. He had thrown his jacket on the floor, he had pushed all the papers off of a table in the reception area and even torn some of them. He refused to tell me (or anyone) what was wrong.
When he wouldn’t stop kicking, I started cleaning up his mess. I told him I was an old grandma and shouldn’t have to do that work. He stopped kicking and turned to look at me. I asked him what had happened to make him so angry, but he wouldn’t talk. After throwing away the torn papers, I noticed he had shoes like Judah’s Captain America shoes but his were SpiderMan so I asked him about the character on his shoes. BatMan? Ratman? Superman? He stomped his foot to make the eyes light up and then said, “Spiderman.” Oh, I see.
“I have Halloween stickers if you want some.” He left the counter and came over to the chairs in the reception area and sat with me and told me he ran into a wall. His face did look scraped. An uncle came to pick him up yet he seemed reluctant to go. The office manager says he wants to come to school but he seems to struggle with behavior and then gets sent to the office. That is NOT the answer. She is going to order a study team for him. He’s only in kindergarten. She and the receptionist were kind of amazed that I got him to quit kicking the counter and talk to me. Being a grandma with stickers helps.