We love to give labels to things.  A wild flower becomes a weed when it grows where it wants to instead of where we want it to.  An animal becomes a nuisance when it digs up the garden we planted over it's burrow.  
    We label people even more than things.  The artist.  The jock.  The nerd.  The smart guy.  
    The pretty girl.  We even do it with our own children.  The athletic one.  The introverted one.  The artistic one.
    Sometimes labels can be helpful.  They make it easy for us to remember things and people.  But labels, even when accurate, can harm both us and the one we label.  Labels prevent us from seeing things about someone that doesn't fit the label and sometimes prevents the person labeled from stretching out and being something more.  
    If you've seen the first of the "High School Musical" movies, you know what I'm talking about.  The star of the school basketball team wants to be in the school play, a musical, mainly because his new girlfriend wants to.  His father, who is also the basketball coach is against it.  He thinks he can't do something else and still be the star of the basketball team.  The kid proves him wrong.  A very good example of labeling gone bad.
    So when you think of people, it is fine to recognize their talents and gifts, but avoid turning it into a label that limits them and what you expect of them.