- Posted July 16, 2014 by
Frederick, MD, Pennsylvania
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Raising a special needs child
Being a special needs child
Special needs children come in many shapes and faces. They are always looked at but never understood, but they can tell you what it's like to be misunderstood.
As a child this young girl was unable to speak clearly. Most of the time she stuttered and nobody ever got a real idea what she wanted. She ran with the neighborhood kids, and her brothers and sisters. Trying to fit in all of the time, but never really.
Then one day her mom sent her to speach therapy through her school and that didn't work. I took to art and drew a lot in class. I remember hearing them from time to time talk to my mother about my speach problem and how there was no improvement.
Then one day when I was sitting in the cafeteria reading a book to a 5th grader at the age of 8, I decided to sing instead of trying to sound out words. The boy reported it to my teacher and from then music became a huge part of my life.
I went to church and frequently sang in the school chior. WIth music my speach improved and I was able to get my words clearly spoken and out without issue or problem. So naturally I had learned to enjoy singing in such a way nobody could understand. I'm sure I drove my sisters crazy growing up with attending my school plays and church singing and talent show contests.
Once my church and I were in the news for singing when I was a kid. Now that would be quite inspiring don't you think? Then as a teenager, music played a role in school where it bridged the gap between whites and blacks. I was on the front page of the news paper with my posse of cool dancers and they were all black.
Music is a universal language, whether in dance or song everybody understands it. Then as I got older and quickly but yet young at age I was a mother. But yet, I sang in church every moment that I got.
Life has had some serious and major changes in my life. I know where I am and who I am. I have nothing but my voice when it comes to the value of my worth. It is rather difficult when someone can't tell you, "I'm afraid." "Nobody loves me." No matter what age. In this world we can't understand ourselves, yet alone someone else.
So before you turn around and communicate not with the level of someones communication but by your selfish ego to understand, listen with your heart. Some people don't come out of expression or are able to tell you how something may taste, feel or how the sound of the birds are to them.
I'm going to make a life change when things in my life are about to change. I'm about to do the ultimate. Because I learned to use my voice to sing and I'm going to do it again. This Saturday for round one on the VOICE.
I'm proud of myself. Because somehow whether i make it or not, I learned to find what makes me speak. Singing. I hope I make it to round 3 for a Blind Audition. If I do.. well.. maybe you'll just be able to chear me on.
No matter what disability was you or that is you. I learned everybody struggles with a lot some times. It may not be speach. It may not be with plenty of money. It may not be with simply being able to tie your shoe, you have to keep trying.
I don't know where my life is going to lead after Saturday. I don't know if my efforts are just merely a dream, but what I do know is just one simple thing. I learned to be me. I found me. I can speak me! Here I go!