In planning with other parents for our upcoming homeschool co-op this fall, the consensus was that our little group would like to try a year of “skills based” co-op. Parents were to brainstorm talents they might be able to teach. Chess, ballroom dance, and sewing were some of the initial ideas thrown out.
I left the planning meeting bent on discovering my shareable talents.
Crickets.
It became increasingly clear that I have no marketable skills. Gardening? Engineering? Archery? Golf? Polka? Woodworking? Nada.
Turns out I can’t actually do anything. Sad news. (No fourth grader wants to sit through a class on how to negotiate with a toddler, clip an infant’s fingernails, or make dinner out of a fridgeful of leftovers.)
The realization made me wilt and thrust me onto a path of feeling sorry for myself. Not only do I not have any skills, but I’m not that interesting. I’m not that interesting, and I’m horribly flawed. I’m not that interesting, I’m horribly flawed, and nobody likes me.
Womp womp.
In the midst of all my womping came a homily that scooped me up out of my pit of despair.
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Spot on Alicia!
You can crack me up, even with very deep and serious subjects. You have been given a gift from God… you lighten the air! Easier to breath that way, when one is taking deep breaths from deep belly laughs. Love ya girl!
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You have a wonderful gift of the ability to write – keep using it and enjoy your gift!
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Heading over right now to read this post. I always feel this way when I have to fill out some form that asks what my hobbies/talents are. Uh… laundry? Keeping everyone alive? I recently asked someone what she liked to do and she said, “I always just tell people that life is my hobby.” I’ve decided that’s a great way to answer that question.
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Life is a good hobby. 🙂