It was a hot summer day – 1980 something. I stood on my parents’ bed looking at myself in the large mirror attached to their bureau. Yellow plastic headband? Check. Wonder Woman Underoos? Check. Red winter boots? Check. Wrist bands? Check. I spun myself around 3 times, jumped off the bed, ran as fast as I could down the hallway toward the living room, jumped onto the couch and “flew” from the couch to the recliner.
Well, the recliner was the intended destination. The end table next to the recliner is as far as I made it that day. I still have a small dent in my forehead next to my left eyebrow from hitting that table .
That summer I was Wonder Woman. I wore those Underoos every chance I got. My mother would beg and plead with me every few days to take them off so she could put them in the wash. On those days I had to be Bat Girl. I didn’t jive with Bat Girl. Like I said- I was Wonder Woman.
Hitting my head on the end table’s drawer knob on my first attempt to fly to the recliner didn’t stop me from putting on my Wonder Woman digs each day and running harder and faster down the hallway picking up enough momentum to make the descent from couch to recliner.
I was quite determined and did eventually make it to the recliner. I never doubted I would.
The other day we had to pick up our 4 year old son, Jackson from school because he had a fever. He fell asleep on the couch when we got him home. About 30 minutes later he woke up hungry. I made him a light lunch. He ate a few bites, looked at me and said, ” I’m sad Mommy.” I asked him why he was sad. He said, “Because I missed out on play time today.” So I told him, ” If you feel up for playing, then go for it.”
He went upstairs to his room. I went to the kitchen to check on the banana bread I was baking and clean up the kitchen. About 5 minutes later he came into the kitchen wearing Hulk hands, a Batman mask and cape, and binoculars- showing me his best martial arts superhero moves that he uses to fight off “the bad guys”.
Jackson simply amazes me. I like to think there is a lesson here. Whenever you feel down, defeated, sad -remember you have an inner superhero.
As children, we seem to innately know this. I don’t know when I stopped believing in myself- when my inner super hero faded. But, when I run my finger over the dent in my forehead I know that she is still in there. I think it’s time for a Wonder Woman revival.
Do they make Underoos in adult sizes?
Love, Joy, Truth, Gratitude-