I’m Special
Whenever my mom senses any doubt in me she launches into a story about the time she went to parent-teacher conference night when I was in the 9th grade and my high school Spanish teacher told her that I was “special.” I can’t help but wonder how many parents he must have thrown that line at, and if they are still repeating that infamous word to their thirty-something-year-old children. Truthfully, I’m not sure I want to be “special.” There’s a reason why it’s a euphemism for children with disabilities. He probably felt extremely sorry for me and thought it was a kinder thing to say than, “She laughs way too hard for my jokes.
You should have her evaluated.”I love my mom and appreciate her support.
Just for today, I’m “special” to my mom.