I stood in my kitchen, papers spread across the table, my child close to tears. The work was complete. Thoughtful. Careful. Done with intention. What was missing was a staple. Points were going to be taken off. Not for misunderstanding. Not for lack of effort. Not for gaps in learning. For a missing piece of metal. Our stapler had run out of staples, and I couldn't find a box of replacements. In that moment, I felt something shift, not as an educator, but as a parent. knew
