Our grandson went to first grade in a very ‘desirable’ school. Unlike some other schools in the area, they still had art, music, library and gym class. Turns out the school and the district were very test score, worksheet, drill, drill, drill focused and, it was a hard year for everyone involved. When he moved the next year, I prayed he’d get a teacher that understood him. A teacher with a heart to help him feel safe and teach him in ways he could learn. Thankfully, we got that teacher and so much more.