February 22, 2012

The Boy

When he was one, he was labeled a "handful."

When he was three, he was juggled back and forth between classrooms because no teacher wanted to deal with him.

When he was four, I was told that he was a "distraction to other students."

He taught his little sister how to write basic addition this afternoon.

He never lets his little brother go without a kiss goodnight.

He insists upon hugging his mom and dad goodbye every morning.

At eight years old, the boy, who I was told, most certainly would need to be medicated, excels.

Not only in academics but in heart.




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