How I Got Over Being A Dud and Learned My Gifts

Someone posed a question to me recently asking what adults (other than my parents) had a great influence on me in my formative years?

So this week I have been reminiscing about such people.

This post is a rambling of my thoughts today.

Thanks for bearing with me.

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I grew up in a small but very talented community.

My church and school friends were all incredibly gifted in music, athletics, speech, or academics.

I always felt like a dud.

Seriously.

I got okay grades but not great.

I took 11 years of piano lessons, but I can barely play out of a hymn book.

I was horrible at any and all sports, especially the popular ones for girls in my school: basketball, soccer, and volleyball.

I remember physically feeling ill when we were had to “play” these games in PE because I was really that uncoordinated, and it embarrassed me to participate.

I was the only girl who tried out for cheer-leading in 10th grade and didn’t make it.

I didn’t go around feeling sorry for myself; understandably, I did feel like the odd man out a lot of the time.

But I loved to work with fabrics, cook, and help my mom entertain guests in our home.

Thankfully, I was in a  high school that had an excellent home economics program.

And that’s how I learned my gifts.

 I had a teacher who invested time in me.

She taught me how to make a basic roux.

And the muffin mix method.

And how to iron a shirt properly.

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And every time I am standing at the board with iron in hand, I am forever grateful for her.

10 thoughts on “How I Got Over Being A Dud and Learned My Gifts

  1. Oh, Rene! This post reminds me of another reason we are kindred spirits! I’ll have to share my story with you sometime! =)

  2. I’m so glad that your school still has home economics–it’s one of the very few. Your skills will be of great value to you and others throughout your life.

    1. I agree. I think it should be a mandatory class in high school. I meet so many young adults who don’t know basic life skills.

  3. My mother taught me to iron when I was 11 yrs. old. One thing I had to iron every week was my dad’s white shirts. He was very particular about how his clothes looked, so I had to be good at it. I wonder if I do it properly. Just wondering . . .

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