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