Every morning, Monday through Friday, I send all five of my kids off to school. I am fortunate to have wonderful schools here with caring, wonderful teachers. I have often had the same thoughts as Gina, who wrote this lovely article on our sister site, 5 Minutes for Special Needs:
“They know him almost better that we do…in a way.”
There was a time when C would have never said this. A time when, should someone utter these words to either of us, the emotions would swell. Our eyes, my eyes, would betray my immediate offense to the statement – the anger. How could anyone think they know our son better than we?
We who have raised him, helped fight his demons cried with, held down for medical procedures, given therapy to, laughed with, cried with, marveled over and advocated for! How could anyone know him better?!? But on the day of this statement, he is correct…not that “they” know him better, but similarly or as well as we do. Who? His educators.