The Knack came out with their blockbuster hit “My Sharona” the year I was in Grade 9.

Apparently, it was a generation-defining musical moment. All I know is that every time I hear it, I have to get up and dance. 80’s dancing at its finest, amIright?

One thing that I have a knack for is finding things. Sometimes it’s luck (it sure came in handy when we found our missing hamster Sammy, which was totally serendipitous and subject of another post another time)… but most times it’s definitely skill.

Case in point, this past Sunday. (The one thing about my son is how close he feels to family and friends. He made the time while he was here to see everyone. So he had lots on the go, including packing to get back to LA after being away from his partner for almost 3 weeks. Oh yeah, he had a trip to Europe with friends, then with work, within that timeframe. We also squeezed in a my-side-of -the-family visit on Saturday celebrating his upcoming champagne birthday.)

We had a very busy Sunday planned. First to celebrate my sister in law’s milestone birthday an hour and a half away. The plan was to drop Cody off with my daughter (who couldn’t attend), go to lunch, head back after to get Cody. Then bring my son to the airport for his evening flight.

Sunday morning, everything’s packed, ready to go with 10 minutes to spare before we have to hit the road.

“I can’t find my Airpods! Grrr, I just had them this morning. Oh. My. GAWD! I can’t leave without them.”

Typical drama for this young man.

Me: “Let’s retrace your steps. What did you do this morning? Are they in your pant pockets? Are they in your bed?

I go into his room, into his bathroom..

Him: “Mom, they’re not in the washroom. I’ve checked the bed. They’re not in my pockets I’ve looked everywhere! Leave me. Oh my god, why is this happening?!”

Ian: “Let your Mom help. She is awesome at finding the impossible. This is her thing.”

My son continues to complain and insist he’s checked everywhere. Then, as I stand next to him in his room 20 minutes later I hear him mumble ever so quietly “I’ve got them”.

Me: Where were they? (I noted, he was standing next to his laundry basket)

Him (almost a whisper): In my pockets. But what were they doing in my pants at the bottom of the laundry basket!!

Me (I know they weren’t on the bottom of the basket. They were in his pants that he likely just threw onto the basket as he started getting ready for the day). I couldn’t resist. I am that Mom. Come on!

“I always say, check your pockets, the first place to look… ”

I know -not helpful. I do have a knack.

What do you have a knack for? Do you have a superpower?