The Odd Life of Timothy Green.

It begins with a dream. They dreamed a child:

"Jim: Our kid would never give up.
...
Our kid,
would have your good heart.

Cindy: This isn't funny, Jim.

Jim: But our kid would be funny.
Not make fun of other people funny,
or burp and fart funny,
but funny like...

Cindy: Funny like Uncle Bub.

Jim: You know that, uh,
that kind of kid that you always believe.

Cindy: Someone honest. You want a truth-teller.

Jim: Yeah, I do. I want one like that.

Cindy: But our kid can't be perfect.

Jim:  I don't want one of
those annoying perfect kids.

C: How about this?
Honest to a fault.

...

J: Artistically.

C: Picasso with a pencil.

J: Yes.
A glass half-full person.

C: Love and be loved.

J: How great an athlete are you picturing?

C:You were terrible at soccer.

J: That's not true.
Not true.

C: I was a big klutz.

J: All right.
How about this? How about this?
Just once, our kid,
amazing kid,
got to score the winning goal."

They buried their dream to sprout. And it did!

"C: It is not that we wanted him to be perfect.
We wanted it to be perfect,
his childhood."

"Joni: Can you teach me to do that thing?
You know, that you do with your arms,
and you put your head up in the sun.

Timothy: Well, first, find the light, all right?
Just absorb it.
Just soak it in. Think "tree.""

"J: We made lots of mistakes.
C: Yeah, we made mistakes
trying to fix our mistakes.
J: Isn't that how you know you're a parent?

I like films passing in countryside.