I have always been a chatterbox, my school reports said ‘talks too much’ every year without fail. My family used to joke that it was spending so much time with my Granny when I was wee, she used to chat to me all day long about what we were doing and answer my weird questions. It’s usually said as a criticism but I’m very proud that I inherited her chatty nature.
It’s allowed me to have many jobs in sales and customer facing roles. I can talk down 9/10 irate customers and used to sell cars to people when I couldn’t even drive one myself. The gift of the gab is a wonderful thing.
I also think talking so much, as well as reading ALL the books in the children’s section of our local library is what gave me such a love for words. I’m super geeky about enjoying finding connections between words in different languages and things like that. Probably should have studied languages at uni rather than science and I might have lasted!!
The best bit about being a total chatterbox is talking with my kids. Since both of them were tiny I haven’t stopped narrating our day to them and now the eldest has a wonderful grasp of language as well as a love of books. The little one is too little to see if it’s due to my strategy rather than just a fluke with Ruairidh but I’m hoping he turns out to be a chatty as myself and his big brother.
They say silence is golden….but I think the joy of chatter brings more sparkle than even diamonds! That’s my excuse for not shutting up and I’m sticking to it!