What are you good at?

There are a lot of things I’m good at. Some of which I learned, some of which came naturally.

I will only list three things, simply to answer the question.

First, I am a good listener. My comprehension skills have been sharp all of my days, but I cannot tell you why; I can’t help but to pay attention. A great example of this is hearing the lyrics for a song, and knowing them, or most of them after listening just once. It made school life a lot easier! I also listen to people who need someone to talk to – and I register everything they’ve told me so I understand. That way, if there’s a follow up or they feel down, etc., I have put effort into understanding and can assist in the best way possible.

Second, something briefly mentioned beforehand, I have an excellent memory. This is a skill others find loathsome. It is usually someone with unscrupulous or narcissistic behavior.

I would say about 95% of the people I’ve met are all talk. No one follows through or expects you to remember. If you’ve been paying attention, I’m into fine detail. I can even recall the time or what I was wearing when a conversation took place. I used to be ashamed of my impressive memory, until I realized it was okay to hold people accountable if I had been wronged. I also learned when to walk away – people will try to make you look like a fool, when they themselves feel foolish.

My last talent is the most useful of all. I am a good mother. I have been told I am, but I see my older children and I realize I was.

Not because one graduated high school at the age of 16 – that’s his accomplishment. They both play instruments…once again…their feats. But because they’re respectful, loving, hard working and kind. They received compliments when they were toddlers up until they moved to their father’s house, where I had less responsibilities at one point. And even then, they remained exceptional. Not to my standards, because I wanted to show them love.

They are just wholesome and exceptional .