What the heck makes someone “special”?
Several years ago, while living in Utah, I was ordering a sandwich at Subway, along with my older sister Kelsey. I recall using the name of the female employee (well, the name shown on her employee name tag) while giving my order and after I thanked her for my sandwich, I bid her ‘goodnight.’
On the way to my sister’s car I said, “I like to use people’s names, because it makes them feel special.”
I will never forget what my sister told me…
Kelsey said, “she is special Kate, you were just reminding her she was.”
Dang, I should have known better! Of course she is special!
Something Pablo Picasso quoted his mother saying to him made me think about the sons I’m raising,
“When I was a child my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk, you’ll be the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.”
It struck me that, although my mother didn’t say the same thing to me, it was how my mother raised me that lead me to feel special.
Sure, when I was a little girl I wanted to be Miss America – she got a crown, a dozen roses and a strut down the runway with falling confetti.
What child didn’t want to go to the Olympics and represent their country for a chance to win a medal? Well, I wanted to do that too…but,
I didn’t need those things in my life to feel special.
I was raised by a mother and a father who loved me – they gave me their time, they listened to me, they counseled me (even when I didn’t want to receive it), and when I came home late, my father was always waiting.
It’s my hope, that my children will grow to know they are special – with an Olympic medal around their neck or not.
We are special because we are children of God!
Which means more than we know.