While watching an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba where the characters shared what their talents were, Ayva turned to me and said, “Mommy, I have a talent. My talent is singing. And I play my guitar. ” Now, ya’ll already know my baby can “sang”, and nevermind that her guitar is made of plastic and missing strings, Ayva was confident and sure when speaking about her talents…and she’s 2. So what the heck is wrong with me?
Ask me what my talent is, and all of a sudden, She Who Knows All, is tongue-tied. “Writing?”, “Blogging?”, “I don’t know?” Is it just me, or does it seem the older you get, the more difficult it is to identify what we’re good at…unless we’re getting paid for it, of course. Yup, that’s it. We start to equate talent with whatever it is that makes money. I wasn’t getting paid (really) to act, so I stopped thinking of acting as one of my talents. I was never able to pay the bills with income from playwriting, so even though I’m really, really good at it, I don’t really count that as one of my “relevant” talents anymore. And, you know, even though I’m proud of my blog, it’s not like it’s a book, so I’m not certain that I could consider the writing I do here as a talent. I’d like to think so, but I’m not really sure.
This has to change. If my toddler can articulate what she’s good at, then certainly I know myself enough to be able to express what my talent is. Alright, let’s see. I’m great at:
1. Identifying other people’s talents.
2. Motivating and pushing my friends to reach their greatness.
3. “Mom-ing” -listening, loving, nurturing my daughter.
4. Using my story and my life to encourage others.
So what, I’m not a singer. I’m not a world-class dancer. No, I haven’t written a book…yet, but Mama does have talent. I’m a talented friend. I’m a talented mother.I’m a talented writer.
And I believe in myself. And my talents. Not just for me, but also for my amazingly confident 2 year old, singing, guitar playing daughter. Because she had to get all of that talent from somewhere. 🙂