On his 14th (week) birthday Elijah was watching Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood this morning.
Grandpa, Mr. Rogers says I’m special! I love Mr. Rogers!
We all love Mr. Rogers, Elijah. We all do!
Yeah! He’s a Presbyterian minister just like you, right Grandpa?
Yes, he was. And, like all Presbyterian ministers, Rev. Rogers made mistakes.
Like telling you you’re ‘special’.
What you talking’ about? I AM special. Mr. Rogers makes me feel good.
I understand that and I’m glad. I just wish he’d used a different word than ‘special’ because none of us is ‘special’. You’re unique, Elijah. No one will ever be just like you. But that doesn’t mean you’re ‘special’.
You don’t like Mr. Rogers! I don’t like you! You’re a poop-head!
Sometimes I am, Elijah. I know I’m a poop-head sometimes. We all are, and that’s my point. We’re all in this together. None of us is special. Each of us is precious. Each of us is loved. I just wish he’d said ‘precious’ instead of ‘special’ because ‘special’ leads people to think they’re ‘exceptional’. You know, better than anyone else.
Mr. Rogers doesn’t mean that! Everyone’s welcome in Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood, even Mr. McFeely!
Well, even Mr. Rogers is a sinner, Elijah. He should never have named the mailman Mr. McFeely.
- Grandpa Gordon, Chaska, MN, August 28, 2017.