My son was six when Pokemon entered our world. The cute and odd-looking characters quickly became his thing, his focus, the topic he explored in as many ways as possible. For a little while, I was like the Pokemon themselves–using my ‘special powers’ (i.e. my debit card to purchase or not purchase cards each time we entered a Target) and my personal experience points, (a masters degree in Special Education, past work in public schools, and organizing/suggesting curriculum for a private school), to justify why I needed to be in control of what and how he learns. I just knew my skills gave me insight more powerful than my son’s.  How…