“What are you good at, Miss Thornley?”
Ah, the directness of the eight year old. All question, no fluff. I paused and looked at him quizically, and I saw him rethink the query and try it again, like a pilot trying a landing for a second time, all concentration and nerves.
“I mean, what are your talents? What do you do that you love to do and that you are good at? I know you like teaching and I like your lessons, but what else do you do?”
I don’t often think about my talents, truth be told.
I spend a great deal of time thinking, worrying, obsessing over what I cannot do (run, sew a hem, wire a plug, are the tip of that particular iceberg, in case you’re wondering!), but it’s been a good long time since I sat down and focused on what it is I can do. After all, if someone as eternally cool as the divine Maya Angelou can say “I believe that every person is born with talent,” it’s surely a thing worth pondering. And in this season of contemplation, as the embers of the old year die out ready for the approach of the new, it seems the perfect thing to do.
So (teeny tiny drum roll, please), here are what I think are my talents.
I can make good cupcakes. Sugary and silly and ultimately very homemade looking, but yummy.
I can read stories well (this entry is 4T approved).
I can write interesting newsy letters and make decent care packages.
I can sing, not in a showstopping way, but in a ‘hey, she can carry a tune’ way.
I have an encyclopedic knowledge of cheesy pop and 1990s/2000s teen movies.
I think I’m a pretty good hostess, in a mumsy sort of way.
I can walk a long way.
I can keep secrets well.
I give good hugs.
I can forgive.
I can make children feel at ease, and I can teach them and listen to them and encourage them.
I can dance the ‘Saturday Night’ dance with real panache.
So, lovelies, what are your talents? I’d love to find out.