Crow Boy Memories

Did you like the story, Mother, about Crow Boy? I liked the story. I like the story because it reminds us that we each are special. That it is okay not to be like everyone else. It reminds us not to judge others when we do not know or understand where they are coming from, or the challenges they face.

You used to talk about the differences in personalities, and how people respond and see things based on their personalities. I like to think of it in terms of giftings. We each have different talents and abilities. 

Often when people with certain abilities are together they do not value others who are not the same as they are. Sometimes their differences cause challenges because they do not see things the same way. Their perceptions are different. I saw that growing up. I saw different personalities in our home and in people we were with.

I like being in different cultures now, Mother. I like helping people who are often misunderstood or wrongly judged, and I remind myself that we each have value. That we are each important, and we each have giftings and abilities. 

I don’t think there was anyone in Chibi’s class who could have made crow sounds like he did. It is so sad that it took them six years to see his talent and appreciate it. I am glad they finally did. I don’t want to make that mistake. I don’t want to wrongly judge people. I want to value them. 

I want you to know, Mother, that I appreciate the gifts that you had and the way you saw things. Even though to be honest, a lot of times it was different from the way I see things. Stepping out of my own culture into another culture helped me see the culture I grew up in, and helped me understand the people I grew up with. It helped me understand myself. 

I want to thank you, Mother, for helping me develop the gifts and abilities that I have. I want to thank you for pointing out that we are different, and it is okay. 

And I want to help others understand that too. I want to help others see their value and the value of those around them. Thank you, Mother, for accepting me for who I am. Even though I am different from you. I love you, Mother.