As I sit here reflecting on the journey that brought me to where I am today, I can't help but smile. You see, every story has a beginning, and mine starts in the heart of Houston, Texas, with two young souls who had no idea they were about to shape the future of a real estate maverick.
I'm Jan Cotten, and if you're reading this, chances are you're curious about what makes a real estate agent tick. Well, buckle up, because we're about to take a trip down memory lane, and I promise you, it's going to be one heck of a ride.
My parents, Helen and James, were barely out of their teens when they had me. Mom had just turned 18, and Dad was a whopping 19 years old. Now, you might think that's a recipe for disaster, but let me tell you, those two had more determination in their little fingers than most people have in their entire bodies.
From the get-go, they were adamant that I wasn't going to be the "bratty kid" like all their friends had. I didn't know it then, but I was being molded into something special, picture this: a tiny tot, perfectly behaved, sitting still in a room full of adults. That was me, their little "perfect doll," as I like to call it now. I didn't fidget, I didn't cause a ruckus: I just sat there, taking it all in. Little did I know, I was absorbing lessons that would serve me well for decades to come.
Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't some robotic child. I was just... different. I remember this one time, I must have been about four years old, and we had some friends over. Their little girl threw an epic tantrum to get what she wanted. And you know what? Her mom gave in. Well, let me tell you, that was an eye-opener for little Jan. I thought to myself, "I've never tried that before."
So, being the quick study that I was, I decided to give it a whirl. The next time I wanted something and got a "no," I threw myself on the kitchen floor, kicking and screaming. I thought I was so clever. But my mom? Oh, she had other plans.
Without saying a word, she calmly walked to the fridge, took out a pitcher of ice-cold water, and poured it right over my head. Then, she handed me a towel, got down on the floor, and started cleaning up. We didn't exchange a single word. I was sputtering, shocked by the cold water but more shocked by her reaction. When we finished cleaning up, I trudged to my room, changed into dry clothes, and never tried that stunt again.
Now, you might be thinking, "Jan, that's harsh!" But let me tell you, that moment taught me more than any lecture ever could. My mom showed me that actions speak louder than words, and sometimes, the most powerful response is no response at all. She just let the natural consequences of my actions play out.
That's a lesson I carry with me to this day, especially in my real estate career. When a client is acting out or being unreasonable, I don't get into arguments or throw a tantrum of my own. I let the market, the facts, and the reality of the situation speak for themselves. It's amazing how effective that can be.
Dad's Lessons: High I Behavior and Curiosity
But let's rewind a bit. My parents, Helen and James, were quite the duo. Dad was the salesman, the charmer, the one who could talk to anyone about anything. Mom was the detail-oriented planner, the one who made sure all the I's were dotted and T's were crossed. Together, they were an unstoppable force, and they passed on some invaluable lessons to me.
From my dad, I got my "high I" behavior, that's "I" for "Influence" in the DISC personality assessment, for those of you who are familiar with it. Dad could strike up a conversation with a lamppost if given half a chance. He worked for a big coffee company, had a delivery route, and was always adding new customers. He was a top salesman, constantly winning awards, and even at 85, he still has that charm.
Dad taught me that everyone is a potential friend and everyone deserves respect. In the South, where I grew up, respect was a big deal. Anyone even a minute older than you was "sir" or "ma'am." It might seem old-fashioned now, but it instilled in me a deep sense of regard for others, regardless of their age or status.
But perhaps the most valuable gift my dad gave me was his sense of curiosity and adventure. Every Sunday after church, he'd take us kids on an "adventure." He wouldn't tell us where we were going, and of course, we'd pester him with questions: "Where are we going? What are we doing? Are we going to eat?" But he always had the same response: "Just relax. Enjoy the day. I'll tell you one certain thing, the worst that's going to happen today is you learn something new. The best? Well, you might just learn more than one new thing."
That philosophy has been a guiding light in my life and my career. Every new client, every new transaction, every new challenge, they're all adventures. And the worst that can happen? I learn something new. The best? I learn many new things. It's an outlook that's served me well over the years, especially in a business as dynamic and ever-changing as real estate.
Mom's Lessons: Details and Preparation
Now, my mom, Helen, she was cut from a different cloth. Where Dad was all about the big picture and grand adventures, Mom was the one who taught me the importance of the details. She'd always say, "Jan, when you're fixing a meal, it's okay to throw a little bit of this and a little bit of that in there. You're experimenting, and that's okay. But when you're baking, that's chemistry. You have to make sure you put the right ingredients in the right place, or it's not going to turn out right."
That lesson has stuck with me throughout my life and career. In real estate, there are times when you can improvise and get creative, like when you're staging a home or negotiating a deal. But there are also times when you need to follow the recipe exactly, like when you're handling legal documents or managing escrow accounts. Knowing the difference between when to experiment and when to follow the rules to the letter is crucial in this business.
Mom also taught me the value of preparation. She'd always say, "If you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail." It's why I spend hours researching and preparing before every listing appointment. It's why I have systems and processes in place for every aspect of my business. It's why my clients can trust that when I show up, I'm ready to handle whatever comes our way.
However, perhaps the most important lesson I learned from both my parents was the value of honesty. "Tell the truth," they'd say. "Whatever you've done, telling the truth about it will always be better than lying." My dad would add, "Baby, if you just tell the truth, you don't have to remember what you said to everybody. You just simply tell them the truth."
In real estate, where trust is everything, this lesson has been invaluable. I've seen agents try to dance around the truth, sugarcoat bad news, or make promises they can't keep. But in my experience, honesty, even when it's not what the client wants to hear, is always the best policy. It might cost you a listing in the short term, but it builds a reputation that lasts a lifetime.
You see, real estate isn't just what I do, it's who I am. It's not a job I clock in and out of. It's a calling, a passion, a way of life. And it all started with two young parents in Houston, Texas, who decided their little girl was going to be something special.
As I sit here, with a real estate career that began in 1975, thousands of transactions completed, countless lives touched, I can't help but feel grateful. Grateful for Helen and James, for the lessons they taught me, for the foundation they gave me.
And you know what? I'm grateful for you, too. Thank you for taking the time to read this and get to know me a little better. Because at the end of the day, that's what real estate is all about, it's about people. It's about connections. It's about trust. So, as we embark on this journey together through the pages of this book, I want you to know that you're not just reading about a real estate agent. You're getting to know Jan Cotten, daughter, mother, real estate professional, and eternal student of life. And I promise you, just like those Sunday adventures with my dad, the worst that can happen is you'll learn something new. The best? Well, you might just learn a whole lot of new things.
