Learning is frustrating!

"I hate school." Caleb says every morning. He only says it once and he doesn't really put up a fight about getting ready, he just makes sure to tell me he hates it.
I worry about him but not so much because of him. I worry about me. Can I be happy with less than perfect assignments? Can I put a smile on my face and tell him something is wonderful when he has colored so far out of the lines I'm not even sure what the picture is? Can I be calm and cool when, after many times of review, we still don't know how to identify the letter I? I'm trying.
I never pushed working with him on learning because he would get so frustrated. Or maybe it was me. I didn't want to make it a negative experience. As soon as the energy started to flow the wrong way I would drop it and let him go back to playing. He's a goof ball, has a hard time sitting still or being serious and I have a hard time not getting complete attention. I know that it may be a while before the tests and evaluations the school sends home really shows how smart he is, But I know some day they will. He has a better understanding for language and what's going on around him than many adults do.
I am so proud of his penmanship, it by far surpasses anything I was able to do even by the 3rd grade. He has some little quirks with it though and they are so cute, I know I will miss them when they are gone. The tails on his little a's are much longer than they should be because he has such a heavy hand.
Well, I know that it is time for me to buckle down and make the learning process a little more uncomfortable for him, but I hope to be able to make it enjoyable. I pray that I can have patience with him, that I can help him learn to sit still and be serious if only for a little while, or next year may be very difficult for his little body. Oh I hope he'll be able to handle full days.