My DS, aged 5, came home with a handmade medal on a bit of wool which the class had made and awarded themselves on the grounds that each child desrved a medal "for being me". He also sang a song, the entire lyric of which seems to be, "123, it's good to be me".
My son is a much wanted, much loved child who is told at least once a day that Mummy and Daddy love him. He is praised often but only when he has done something praiseworthy. I believe my child to be the special but acknowledge that all decent parents believe the same about their own kods. Does he need to have a medal for being him? Will life give him a medal on the grounds that he is a sentient being? I doubt it. As a secondary school teacher, this just makes me think of the kind of little treasure we increasingly get in Y7, who think that the world turns on them and cannot bear failure or criticism of any kind. My line would be, you are all special to someone, even if only to God. However, you are no more special than anyone else around here, so get used to it!
Am I a dreadful cynic?