Apparently writing for 31 straight days straight with 3 young’uns and their multitudes of activities is kinda… well…. HARD!
I could easily just toss something together, chew it up, digest a little, and then throw it up on my page just to have something to show for the day, but that worrisome “comparison monster” rears its ugly head as I read some of my colleagues pieces. Man, do they write some fabulous pieces each and every day! (I think I’ll dedicate a blog just to them and share all their wonderful pages!)
Anyhoo, I got some inspiration via a swift kick in the virtual butt by a couple of my writer friends who have hinted that I’ve got to just keep on trekking with this… And so here I am! Back from the dead with life preserver and Snickers in hand (to cure the hangrys, of course). And today, we’re going to talk about….
Superheroes.
Why? Because sometimes the best phrases in the world come from the women’s public bathroom stalls, from a little girl dangling her feet six inches off the floor. And because, well, Wonder Woman has to be my most favoritest of the super heroes.
“Guess what mom? Spiderman got bit by a spider. Batman got bit by a bat. And Wonder Woman just wonders. She wonders why she’s a super hero.”
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What do you say to that? Other than to totally bust out laughing right there in the bathroom as my arm is stretched up trying to hold the stall door closed.
As an adult, I can see some feminists over analyzing how my daughter has obviously grown up in a male dominated society because Wonder Woman is questioning her superheroness.
Or maybe there are some misogynistic types out there who are also wondering how Wonder Woman got to be a super hero.
But as a mom of this little five year-old, I can only cheer on her understanding of a connection between the superhero name and its relation to their super power. I am ecstatic listening to her come up with her own theories of Wonder Woman instead of asking me to give her the answers. I love that it came out of no where and announced proudly from the bathroom stall as she pooped. I’m so blessed by her innocence and honesty.
So to all you Wonder Women out there, keep on wondering. Keep on wondering what makes each and every one of you a super hero – because you are! And if you need help thinking of a reason, let me know. I’ll check in with the Little. I’m pretty sure she’ll tell you this:
