| Main Entry: | |
| Part of Speech: | noun |
| Definition: | courage, nerve |
| Synonyms: | backbone, determination, doggedness, fortitude,gameness, grit, gumption*, guts*, intestinalfortitude, mettle, moxie*, pluck, resolution, spirit,toughness, true grit |
goole image....now this is Spunk or Moxie!!
Recently I heard someone describe life after 50 as the years that women regain their "spunk" which is a characteristic of young girls. For some reason that has just stayed with me as I mauled it over and over again in my heart. I let my memory go back to the age of unrestricted "spunkiness". Some of you have never left it behind...your blogs always show "spunk". I, however, allowed it to slip through my hands as the balls of life I was juggling filled my hands to capacity.
One of my words for this year is just a fleshy, fun word - Spunk.
Do you know when you are feeling "spunky"? After I heard this thought on my age, I started to see when I felt "spunky". As I felt it, I started to become acquainted with this again.
I felt it start to crawl up my spine as I got up from my seat at my friend's daughter's wedding to join my friend on the dance floor. We are in our 50's and share similar backgrounds of having been in the drill team in high school. These shared experiences has brought us to laughter many times. I have put away my dancing shoes (and my teaching of dance), years ago, so for me, to venture toward a dance floor was a pure spark of "spunkiness". We both joined the group in a line dance with giggles and laughter, while celebrating the marriage of her daughter. Here I felt a little spark.
The following week found me downtown Grapevine at night. Grapevine is known as the Christmas Capital of Texas with its streets lined with lights which blink to the sounds of Christmas Carols. Along main street is a large white gazebo where you could see people dancing to the music. Benjamin said, "let's dance, Mom!" Now I have to admit dancing in my home with my children yes!, but dancing out in a public gazebo - it hasn't happened, until I felt that "spunk" set in. I grabbed Benjamin's hands and danced him around the gazebo.
I was starting to recognize "spunk" again when I ventured onto the sunlit basketball court with my teenage son. He has been in a slump in making baskets. I strolled onto the court as if I knew what I was doing and asked for the basketball. Now remind you I WAS NEVER IN SPORTS - I danced. I took the basketball and challenged him in a shooting contest. I started to shoot the ball and low and behold...it went into the basket! In fact, it went into the basket nine times in a row. I was winning...it took him a couple of tries before he could beat my record of nine baskets. There it was, my "spunk". I knew when to leave the court when other teen boys came to shoot...so I stepped aside and cheered from the sidelines...again acting more like a girl than a mom.
Now one of my words for this year is to get my "spunk" back. I don't know what forms it will come in...and I am sure there will be times I look silly. I just think it is time to let that little girl back into my life.
Okay are there any of you who need to add some "spunk" in your life? Those of you that have it...well, I am watching you!


