Apparently, savvy was one of my father’s favorite words. He didn’t use it often as a noun or adjective, but mostly as a verb. It was a one-word question posed while we were working on something. Savvy? In other words, “Do you get it?”
Sometimes the answer was “Got it.” Sometimes that answer was actually correct. Other times, it was the typical kid’s answer to get the question to go away. In other words, honesty would have said, “Nope, not yet.” Kidspeak was, “Yep, got it.” Actions later in the day might prove otherwise.
Like most kids, I started mowing the lawn pretty early in childhood (probably violating some child labor law). And I thought I was pretty good. In other words, I thought I was pretty savvy. Then, one day, I went for a tuft of grass that was significantly higher than the rest. I did the savvy thing; instead of trying to mow through it, I pushed the handle down, lifting the mower over the tuft and set it down on top of it. Except it wasn’t just grass; it was a steel access pipe to the water valve. How had I not seen that before? One broken crankshaft later, I knew I didn’t savvy.
It didn’t take much instruction on that lesson. I became savvy pretty quickly. I wish I could say the same for other areas in my life. But, not so much. Sometimes learning comes easy. Sometimes it requires intervention. But always, when done, it accomplishes maturity.