Every Child Is Special…

Every child is special, that was what attracted me to watch this movie at first. And I did watch it yesterday, though it was only about the second half of the film. It’s well made, according to me and even my mum liked it, that’s some achievement.

The story talks mainly about a little boy who suffers from Dyslexia, which is discovered much later by his art teacher. He is called foolish and stupid by his own parents and is sent to a boarding school. Much pressure is put on him because his brother tops at every class, and well, he fails at everyone. This is pretty much the story but it’s a beautiful one, I have to say.

What really kept my attention in this film were the parents. Like every parents, they held dreams for their kids but they didn’t know their limits, like some parents sometimes. A child has his own potential, his own burden he can carry and one should never try to ‘overload’ him. Some are born with particular intelligence and some, with below average one. Yet, the world needs the two to be able to balance properly.

It is true that every parent would like the children to be successful, to be able to live a very comfortable life and so on. But before that, I think they should at first, try to understand their kids and try to understand themselves. Every child has his own pace at which he develops and understand things, so, parents should be always here to help him in his development, and not put a lot of burden on his shoulders.

There are even some parents that try to make their children do what they haven’t been able to do. Some dreams unfulfilled by them would be fulfilled by their kids. Why don’t some really think about the wishes and dreams of the child first? When they are young, everyone wants to be an astronaut or a doctor or something like that. But with time, these dreams fade off to show more mature ones. They come to know about the different aspects of life as they grow up and thus, learn to make their own choices.

But what if those choices have already been predetermined by some other person? To crush a child’s dream is like taking away life from him. It’s like ray of hope, wanting to pierce through this darkness but being engulfed by it instead.

As for me, though my parents have always put a lot of pressure on me, and when I say a lot, it’s a lot, I guess I’ve always been able to make my own choices. I’ve tried really lots of things because of them, some of it I really hated but still had to do, but in the end, I came up with my choices. I got advice, but the choice was mine. I am free to choose what I want to do, but I should have my reasons (valid ones, of course). There were times this ended up in pretty ugly fights, but we learnt to bury the past and go forward.

~ by Nussaibah on January 7, 2008.