I remember being a small child at school and the teacher talking about having ‘A Talent’. Some people were putting their hands up, naming what they were good at, e.g. football, music, art, singing, dancing etc etc. I just sat there contemplating and wondering and finally, despairing that I didn’t in fact, have a talent. I couldn’t have been any older than 7 or 8 years of age at the time.
For years it bugged me and nagged at me from somewhere in the back of my mind that I was talent – less! Don’t get me wrong, I was OK at sport, particularly Hockey and Gymnastics. I loved the latter but really disliked the former with a vengeance. I was OK at Netball, but really liked the game and I was rubbish at music and art. My art teacher in secondary school told me I was rubbish at painting but I did enjoy participating anyway.
Somewhere along the line, however, I had a belief that I could do anything. I think by now I was much older, maybe in my 30’s or 40’s. Not only did I believe I could do anything, I believed that everyone could do anything…… if they wanted to, really wanted to and were prepared to work hard for what it was, they wanted to achieve.
Also as I got older I came to appreciate other things that were of no consequence to me when I was younger, like an appreciation for nice classical music, particularly the sound of the violin and composers like Mozart, Pachelbel, Bach and Vivaldi to name but a few. When I was young, all I was interested in was Meatloaf, the Police, The Beetles and Elvis, to name but another few!
From one time frame to another something happened to me. That something was called ‘life’. Between childhood and adulthood I had experienced many different situations, and been exposed to lots of things, good, bad and indifferent. The most profound of them all was becoming a mother. This, after all, is the one thing, since being a child, that I always wanted to be. This was and has remained, consistent.
Could this have been my talent? Was / am I any good at it? Well my children would have to answer that, but I can confirm that I gave it all the time, all the effort, all the sacrifice, all the fight, all the love, including tough love and all the part of me, that believed I was doing all the best for them. I am still doing this and my efforts are looking pretty damn good on the grand scheme of things….. my children are fabulous, flawed, but fabulous and of them, I am proud. I am proud because I watch them growing and developing and learning and doing and falling and getting up and going again, doing again, learning again, loving, forgiving and moving on and moving forward and succeeding and achieving.
There are many famous artists out there, footballers, dancers, singers, musicians etc etc, but in my mind this is not what having a talent is. Yes it is a skill, of course, but just because they are famous for it, doesn’t make our endeavours any less of a ‘talent’ and our eventual success at our ‘Talent’.
So for all those who think they don’t have a talent and wander this world wondering why you don’t have one, I have news for you. You do have one, just look at what you do everyday, a lot, consistently, persistently and are good at it, even if you don’t really enjoy it, you have a ‘talent’ for sticking with it!
My husband goes to work, every day of his shift, week in week out to provide for us. He comes home every night and gives me a kiss and its not an empty kiss, its a kiss that shows he is pleased to see me and he is glad to be home. His talent is that he is a great husband, father and provider and we are ‘enough’ for him. Sure he has other interests and hobbies but his real talent is being great at taking care of us.
I do not search for my talent anymore….. I got this far, successfully, still believing that I can do anything and you too can do anything…….
Paintings all done by me……. I think even my art teacher wouldn’t be too disappointed!