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It’s been the wont of this poor parenting generation and everyone else around, from experts to those poor lay-parents (that’s poor twice! Well guess what, I’m a parent too, let me wallow some more, while I’ve got you) alike to call children special. Ever since you were born, you’ve been told you were special in every sense. Oh so adorable, cute, brilliant, and whatnot? If your parents have tempered this “special” with a “to me” caveat, you’re in the minority. And some way across the board, as you pick your way through life, you begin to aspire to be special, or to continue to be special. Once the *unconditional love* concept has been grasped, you, me, and everyone else around who has been born human would do well to recall that special is something has to be earned. You work and work at it, and work some more. It’s not a status quo. You do not qualify and then keep the title for life. It is rather tacky to expect that. Without having had much time for your inflated ego to go

When do you know you’re ready for something? Applying for a job or walking down the aisle or deciding to have a baby….. It’s all about how ready you perceive you are. You look at the pros and cons. You might decide that one or the other point is no longer relevant to you. You feel strongly on some points, and think the others are not worth considering at all. Would you say you’re kidding yourself when you say some factor doesn’t figure at all? Who decides whether something matters or doesn’t matter? The person who’s making the decision. What sticks and what doesn’t is decided by you. The truth is, the perfection that dangles in your mind’s eye is a myth. It doesn’t exist anywhere except in your imagination. Does that mean you dismiss your imagination altogether? No! You keep the vision that stirred you up in the first place, because it keeps you going. And then, you look for the best-fit that you can muster with what’s available. Put something together and do what it takes to mak