I have a little boy, and on the weekends at our house his eyes sparkle.
We say he's spunky and energetic and joyful.
We see that wants to learn and will read voraciously about whatever interests him.
He makes the best stories while we're doing housework and will talk on and on to any adult about the fascinating things he's read.
We admire his passion and drive.
We love how quirky he is and adore the things that make him unique.
We always tell him how much we love him, our little guy.
I have a little boy, and on school days we watch his eyes dull.
His teachers say that he's too active and distracting.
They see that he refuses to care about the topic at hand.
He makes up stories when he should be doing schoolwork and will chatter on inappropriately about irrelevant topics.
They are frustrated by his high emotions and narrow focus.
They sigh about how atypical he is, and they try to correct the things that make him strange.
They always tell him to sit and be still, their little problem child.
I don't want to give him back to them on Monday.