Matter of Perspective

At Jackson's Spring school performance, I chuckled to myself that he was that kid-- the one that seemed to have ants in his pants on stage.  He wiggled, and tucked his hands in his shirt, and rubbed his head, and yawned (for this one though, in his defense, the performance was scheduled for his regular bedtime). 

When I had my end of year discussion with his teacher, she raved about Jackson's performance.  He was the line leader for his class and followed all the instructions just as they had practiced.  He stepped up.  He was their leader-even after he slammed his fingers in the bathroom door and shed a few tears just moments before they went on stage.  She was so proud of him.