Our younger son had it tough. He was the sole extrovert in a family of studious, nerdy introverts. Should have guessed what we were all in for when he was 9 and he asked his father on the way to soccer practice one day, "Dad, what's the point of school?" Soon after that the Seven Years' War broke out over homework and projects. Sometimes it got ugly, and I look back with much regret.
Last year he moved to the Promised Land (a.k.a. Los Angeles) where he writes and produces songs independently, occasionally working as an extra in music videos. Amazingly, he still says he loves us and keeps in touch by sending us work in progress and links to songs on YouTube. He even seems to look forward to coming home on holidays.
OK, we still worry about his future. The 9-5 world is our idea of security, the only lifestyle we really understand. But then he's learned to take his his parents with a grain of salt.