Many characteristics, physical and otherwise jump generations. Receding hairlines, chiseled jaw lines, overbites and even chutzpa…
Or maybe I should say especially chutzpa.
I admire those who possess it naturally and otherwise.
Chutzpa has a number of definitions, but for the sake of this story I am using my own, which include, gall, nerve, "balls”….
I’ve been called quirky, never brave or overly adventurous.
And while I’ve been called full of something, sadly, it had nothing to do with chutzpa.
Chutzpa, as a characteristic, seems to have played leapfrog over my back and landed right on top of the teeny tiny shoulders of my darling daughter.
“Bigger than my body gives me credit for” sings John Mayer.
Song lyrics fitting for the little 4 foot 11 inch spitfire that shares my DNA….but not my mousy ways.
I am in awe of this kid…and her very strange and interesting list of life goals.
She is graduating college in a few short months…and while I’m sure it’s been a long road for her, she has, most times, made it look almost effortless.
At the dinner table the other night she had a question for me…
“Uh, is there, uh, do you think, umm, will there be some kind of Graduating From College gift?”
“Sure” I said “what do you want?”
“I was thinking” she answered “that I would like Rosetta Stone”.
(Rosetta Stone is a Language Learning Program)
“Rosetta Stone…why?” I queried.
“Swahili mom” she said “I need it”.
“SWAHILI???…Why not a nice watch?” I asked.
“I can test out of my language requirement for my Masters and it will help me to release my inner African” she said.
Chutzpa….some of us have it.
Hey Googie, a message for you…..
Mimi Tumaini Wewe Cheza (I Hope You Dance…in Swahili)