Why my children are special… and so are you

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I’m Generation Y, the so-called ‘entitled’ generation. And yeah, I kinda think I’m special.

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My entire life I’ve been told by my parents, teachers, favourite celebs and peers that I can be anything I want to be and that I can have anything I want to have.

I have always been told that I am special, and my whole life I have believed it.

And apparently that’s ruined me. Apparently I am disillusioned. 

But here’s the thing, I’m almost thirty and whilst I now realise (sadly) that the world does not rotate around me and I still feel special. I still feel like I can achieve anything I put my mind to.

And so can my kids.

I am part of the generation who thrives off start ups, the generation that demands equality of the sexes, the generation that will see same sex marriage in Australia legalised.

I am part of the generation who knows better, and expects better. And I’ll teach my kids that.

I am part of the generation who doesn’t believe in mediocrity.

I am not mediocre, and neither are my kids.

And yeah, okay if everyone is special then no one is special blah blah BULLSHIT.

We can all be special. My generation has proven that. Special doesn’t have to be scoring your dream job in LA (like one of my besties) or helping people work through their addictions (like my other bestie).

Special is achieving your goals. Special is knowing you can do better, and striving for it. Special is happy.

So yeah, my kids are special and I’ll tell them everyday. And one day I truly hope they are as disalusioned as me!


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