As a child of the 70's I grew up wanting to be one person...
Wonder Woman!
In her satin tight, fighting for our rights...Wonder Woman!!
SHE WAS IT!
Sexy, smart, with it, always ready to combat evil and save the world and looking fabulous..
love the boots, love the belt, love the bracelets, love the lasso, love the suit...
L O V E I T!
My cousin and I were often found running around the back yard in our Wonder Woman Under-Roos with towels around our necks and tin foil bracelets fighting off make believe enemies. I wanted to be her.
I might have become her at one point in my life. Maybe as a missionary or a single 20 something but, as I got older and more "mature" my dream of being wonder woman seemed to fade. I was lost in the diapers and dinners and mounds of laundry. I looked in the mirror and saw that the Wonder Woman I thought I was, was not the woman looking back at me.
I saw a plus size, tired, messy haired woman with baby snot on her shoulder and mascara under her eye. My tights were ripped, my headband tarnished, I had a lollipop stuck to my hair. The awesome boots were replaced by sensible flats (bought on clearance at Walmart), my bracelets where being chewed by the dog, my lasso was frayed and my suit didn't fit quite right giving me a wedgy up a fanny that had seen more Twinkies then I care to mention. The woman of my dreams turned out to be the woman of my nightmares. I had lost all Wonder in my womanhood.
One night as I lay awake , my mommy sense started to tingle. I heard the small sound of my daughter on the monitor, crying out for me. I sprang from my bed and rushed to her crib side, swooping her up in my arms. I held her close and comforted her from the evil shadows of her room.
Then...it hit me! I was Wonder Woman!!
(Maybe I wasn't the Linda Carter Wonder Woman of my childhood.)
But I was my own wonder woman. I DO have super powers. I can stop a child crying with a hug, I can heal a boo-boo with a kiss. I have the power to know when my girls tell the truth and when they don't. I can get up with a sick child at night and be ready to go to work in the morning. I can juggle full time motherhood with work, daycare and church and still find a little time to be a wife and sister and a daughter. Am I perfect? Heavens no..but am I worth it? Hell yes!!
I am a Wonder Woman.
I am surrounded by so many examples of Wonderful women. My mom is a cancer surviver and a grandmother to nearly 21 children. A friend with MS looks fabulous in her new wheelchair. The bionic woman who fights her disease with ever bite of food every shot of insulin and hurts with the loss of her love and yet loves my girls as if they are her own. A sister in law that struggles with her teenager another with a mentally sick father. A friend who owns her dream business and yet pregnant. Women with children that struggle or husbands that struggle, women with Weight Watcher Issues and some with money issues. But we do it, don't we ladies?
Because, who else will?
Wonder Woman!
In her satin tight, fighting for our rights...Wonder Woman!!
SHE WAS IT!
Sexy, smart, with it, always ready to combat evil and save the world and looking fabulous..
love the boots, love the belt, love the bracelets, love the lasso, love the suit...
L O V E I T!
My cousin and I were often found running around the back yard in our Wonder Woman Under-Roos with towels around our necks and tin foil bracelets fighting off make believe enemies. I wanted to be her.
I might have become her at one point in my life. Maybe as a missionary or a single 20 something but, as I got older and more "mature" my dream of being wonder woman seemed to fade. I was lost in the diapers and dinners and mounds of laundry. I looked in the mirror and saw that the Wonder Woman I thought I was, was not the woman looking back at me.
I saw a plus size, tired, messy haired woman with baby snot on her shoulder and mascara under her eye. My tights were ripped, my headband tarnished, I had a lollipop stuck to my hair. The awesome boots were replaced by sensible flats (bought on clearance at Walmart), my bracelets where being chewed by the dog, my lasso was frayed and my suit didn't fit quite right giving me a wedgy up a fanny that had seen more Twinkies then I care to mention. The woman of my dreams turned out to be the woman of my nightmares. I had lost all Wonder in my womanhood.
One night as I lay awake , my mommy sense started to tingle. I heard the small sound of my daughter on the monitor, crying out for me. I sprang from my bed and rushed to her crib side, swooping her up in my arms. I held her close and comforted her from the evil shadows of her room.
Then...it hit me! I was Wonder Woman!!
(Maybe I wasn't the Linda Carter Wonder Woman of my childhood.)
But I was my own wonder woman. I DO have super powers. I can stop a child crying with a hug, I can heal a boo-boo with a kiss. I have the power to know when my girls tell the truth and when they don't. I can get up with a sick child at night and be ready to go to work in the morning. I can juggle full time motherhood with work, daycare and church and still find a little time to be a wife and sister and a daughter. Am I perfect? Heavens no..but am I worth it? Hell yes!!
I am a Wonder Woman.
I am surrounded by so many examples of Wonderful women. My mom is a cancer surviver and a grandmother to nearly 21 children. A friend with MS looks fabulous in her new wheelchair. The bionic woman who fights her disease with ever bite of food every shot of insulin and hurts with the loss of her love and yet loves my girls as if they are her own. A sister in law that struggles with her teenager another with a mentally sick father. A friend who owns her dream business and yet pregnant. Women with children that struggle or husbands that struggle, women with Weight Watcher Issues and some with money issues. But we do it, don't we ladies?
Because, who else will?Let us remember the "Power that we Possess" and Who we are and more importantly
Who's we are.
We are Daughters of our Heavenly Father, and he loves us..and he knew we could do anything because we are women.
Who's we are.
We are Daughters of our Heavenly Father, and he loves us..and he knew we could do anything because we are women.
So Ladies, hike up your tights, suck in that tummy and lift your girls high. You are all wonderful Wonder Women. And I cheer for you, I love you.
We are here to teach the future Wonder woman to love them selves, dream big and reach for the stars.
2 comments:
hi shanna,
i loved the wonder woman posting and the great pictures of your girls. thanks for sharing. rebecca lane..
Rebecca, where are you!!!
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