From BRIGHT | Innovation in Education
My four-year-old deserves a chance at a diploma and full life. So does every other child with special needs.
I sit in the elementary school conference room with my cornucopia of snacks and a throbbing headache. I recognize faces. I know their names and their role in our lives. But I don’t know what they believe a child with Down syndrome — like my son Charlie — is worth.
I want to trust them, but I am forever wary. The initiation mantra for every mother of a child with a disability rings in my ears: “No one will advocate for your child like you will. No one.”