Here is how that conversation went:
Me: You want to be what? Why wouldn’t you want to be the President?
Cheyenne: The President has to do a lot more work and has more responsibility. The First Lady still gets to do the things she wants to do for the country, but with a lot less work and responsibility.
Me: Whatever happened to wanting to be the smartest person in the world? Shouldn’t the smartest person in the world be President?
Cheyenne: I am smart enough to know I don’t want to be President.
I was sharing with one of colleagues, Linda, my consternation that Cheyenne wanted to be First Lady instead of President. You would think after living her entire life with a mother who has reinforced daily that she has the power to do anything and older siblings that likewise regularly reinforce the same message that she would not only strive for President, but perhaps even push beyond that and seek to be the Pope (religion and gender requirements aside). Haven’t I done enough to let her know that nothing is outside her reach if she wants it badly enough and works hard for it?
After Linda listened to my recounting of the dialogue and my shock at Cheyenne’s position she pondered for a moment and said, “Maybe Cheyenne is the smartest person in the world!” You see Linda saw right past my concern that Cheyenne did not want to seek being President (isn’t this all about girl power?) and went right to Cheyenne’s rationale which was decidedly logical (no…it is all about brain power). A tremendous amount of power and influence, a great house to live in, fabulous clothes and a lot less responsibility…yes, indeed…that girl is smart.
I wonder, does this mean I’ll be spending some of my holidays in the future at the White House? Will I get to go to all those lavish events with world leaders and movie stars? Will I be escorted around town by cute Secret Service men? Oh my…this First Lady thing is starting to sound better and better. I am so glad Cheyenne is so smart!
Day five hundred and twenty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da