Mateo's Little Goals
by
Patches the Story Dog
for your Kindergartener
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Mateo loved to build things with his hands. He built tall towers with blocks. He built boats out of paper. He even built a castle out of empty boxes! Building things made Mateo smile big.
One morning, Mateo sat on the sunny reading rug to put on his shoes. He looked down at the laces. They were all tangled up like wiggly worms. "I wish I could tie my shoes," Mateo said with a sigh.
Then Mateo saw his friend across the room. She was writing her name on a big piece of paper. Each letter was neat and careful. "I wish I could write my name like that," Mateo whispered.
Mateo felt a little sad. There were so many things he wanted to do. But then he had an idea! "I can build things," he said. "Maybe I can build new skills too! I will set a goal and try."
Mateo's first goal was to tie his shoes. He sat down and picked up one lace in each hand. "Loop, loop, pull it through!" he said. But the loops came apart. "Oh no!" said Mateo. He tried again.
"Loop, loop, pull it through!" Mateo said one more time. He pulled the laces slowly and carefully. This time — the bow stayed! "I did it!" Mateo cheered. He looked down at his shoe and felt so proud.
Mateo's next goal was to write his name. He picked up a big blue crayon and a piece of paper. He started with the letter M. His hand wobbled. The letter looked a little bumpy. "That is okay," said Mateo. "I will keep trying."
Mateo wrote each letter, one by one. M-A-T-E-O. Some letters were big. Some were small. But when he was done, he could read his own name! "Mateo!" he said with a grin. "That is me!"
At playtime, Mateo went to the block station. His friend was there, stacking blocks into a tall tower. But — wobble, wobble, CRASH! The blocks tumbled down. "Oh no!" his friend said. "It keeps falling!"
"I can help!" said Mateo. "I am good at building." He picked up the biggest blocks first and set them on the bottom. "Big blocks go down low," he said. "Then we stack smaller ones on top." Together, they built the tower up, up, up!
The tower stood tall and did not fall! "You are so good at building!" his friend said. "Thank you, Mateo!" Mateo felt warm inside. Helping a friend was the best feeling of all.
That day, Mateo learned something special. He could tie his shoes. He could write his name. He could help a friend. And every small goal he reached made him feel braver and prouder. "I can build towers," Mateo said. "But the best thing I can build is ME!"