I am very proud of this
I am not very proud of this.
I’m teaching one little special needs boy. Do I need all this? I’m aware that the answer is no but before I finished typing the question my head was already rejecting the notion of trashing any of it. Weird, I know. What’s worse is this is the small container. I have a much bigger container. Oh, wait here’s something you probably need to know. These are mostly word cards and DJ can’t speak. Yep, that’s right. I have thousands of word cards for a child that can’t say any of them.
There are multiple copies of the cards screaming my organizational disability. If I’m looking for something and don’t find it in the entire 13 seconds I dedicated to hunting it, I make another one. Sometimes I fantasize about laying the word cards out on the lawn to send crazy messages to the military helicopters flying overhead. No, I’m not under military surveillance. I live close to a helicopter repair base.
I suppose I keep all the cards because they were DJ’s first form of expressing himself. When flung the picture of the sad boy at me I knew I’d pushed him too far that day. Time shut these rambling musings down and get back to work. I’ve got a long night of card sorting ahead of me.