My kid scored poorly on an assessment, and we celebrated with ice cream. We celebrated the four hours over four days she spent studying for a simple quiz. We celebrated her ability to teach the lesson back to me. We celebrated her success in completing the online review without missing a single question. We celebrated because regardless of whether an assessment gave her the score she desperately desired, she knew the information. When I picked her up from school, I knew that quiz score would undoubtedly throw her on the “what’s the point” treadmill. She would be frustrated and tempted to listen to a deceitful voice whispering that she’s not…