I know better. I really do.
But man. I love the fantasy that pretends that I could shoo younger off to "the professionals" and they would love and nurture his love of education in ways that I can not. And he would not have meltdowns that last for hours because he doesn't want to do all the hard things.
Reality though, when I step back, is that he would be lost in a sea of 30+ other kids. Labeled disruptive. I'd be on the principal's speed dial. The teachers would hate me because I have "that kid."
Or he'd get stuck in the special ed room. And I don't really think that would be much better, because his needs aren't severe enough to warrant attention in a sea of needier kids.
I am the best teacher for him.
I know this.
Most days I love it and don't mind swimming upstream with him.
But this week? Man, it's been rough.
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