Being Way Too Special

Saturday, February 2, 2008 - st

I may be too sensitive about labels, but I just hate it when my family is called “special.” The way I see it…every family has “issues.” We are all different. When someone says, “Is that your child with ‘special issues?” I get offended. I believe we all have “issues.” Hey, if you think you’re normal…then, you just haven’t been diagnosed yet(-: Get over yourself and take a good look in the mirror. You are NOT perfect, whether you like it or not. Try once to accept someone that is not like you. Open your mind to see the world as they do. You will be blessed. It’s an amazing experience. I promise!

~Traci Castles—Mother to 3 amazing children who have taught me more than life ever could!

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2 comments (Add your own)

1. Juanita Killingsworth wrote:: I don't like my child being called "special" or being referred to as having "special needs". I recall a time when my girls were 2 and 5, someone said how "special" our youngest daugther was. The statement was made while both girls were there, but nothing was said about our oldest daughter. I wish that people that use the term "special" to describe individuals with disabilities could have seen the look on my oldest daughter's face at that moment. It was a look of sadness, being left out and not understanding why little sis was getting lots of attention. It was then that I decided I would never use the term "special" or "special needs" to describe our youngest.

Both of my girls are "special", not because of the titles that society has puts on some of our children, but because God placed them in my care. I must recognize that they are both precious treasures and that each of them have brought immense joy and happiness to my life personally and to our family.
February 13, 2008 @ 11:48 PM
2. Tracy Mittasch wrote:: I remember when Brayden was born and the words that pierced me like a dagger..."something is WRONG with your baby". Though she needed extra care in the NICU, I saw nothing "wrong". My beautiful angel was here, alive and I resented the reactions of extended family and friends of "pity" and "sorrow". Yes, I admit the dreams I had for her now had to become new dreams. NOT better or worse, just different. Through all the tears and trials, I have learned to appreciate the little things. Things that most take for granted. My world has opened to see through her eyes. Eyes that are ever accepting of differences, compassionate and loving. If more people had her outlook, our world would certainly be a better place!
February 21, 2008 @ 7:10 PM

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