A Wonder Woman dream

Well that’s a first.

Dreamed I was Wonder Woman last night, trying to bring peace to a troubled world.


At some point in my dream, a voice said that is why mothers and women everywhere are so important. Because they teach the skills necessary to overcome and not live a dark life, to make right choices and help others.

I chalk it up to my writing on Wonder Woman’s first female writer, Joye Murchison (Hummel) Kelly. And advertising I saw on Facebook about a Wonder Woman day.

Admittedly, today’s writing is slanted. I know there are many guys who have been house dads or they have had to carry the load of both mother and father. And those roles seem to be changing.

Any parent that has to do that is a superhero, in my opinion.

Although I am a career woman at this point in my life, I greatly recognize the value of having a strong, steady influence at home.

I think of ladies in my Grandma’s generation, who cooked real meals, ironed, washed clothes and kept the home.

Whether out of necessity or the drive in life to have “more,” women went to work in number after World War II. And today, probably in most families, both women and men have to work just to provide the basics.

Meals started showing up in packages and quick stir ins, instead of something to be nurtured all day.

The funny thing is that if you drop your baby at daycare or the sitter’s, someone is still setting a plate out and cooking for your child. Someone is having those important conversations with them. This really confronted me when I went to work.

women standing under open umbrellas outdoors during nighttime
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Many days I look at all of us, the “career” women, and ask, are we happier for it?

When crime soars through the ceiling, and you see that all of society is asking themselves, “who am I, anyway?”


I admit I am grateful for the time I was able to spend as a homemaker, homeschooling and raising my children.

Though I went to work when they hit middle school, at least I had some years with them.

Not saying here, lest the online tribe of head hunters run after me vicously, that people cannot work and build children who have a good handle on the future.

It is just that, even as Joye Kelly said, when she quit writing Wonder Woman, she had a little girl who needed her.

It is worthy to note that in some form or capacity then, she was still making a huge contribution.

We look around us and see the dividends of how people spend their time.

Muscle rippled bods show a lot of time in the gym (where great conversations and goal setting happens, fitness is good, of course). Houses in some areas may not be rich, but they are well kept, well swept and clean properties. Someone had to do that, it did not just happen. Clothes hang on a rack at the department store. Hands hung them there. Restaurants across the world put out a table, a plate and utensils, and fill it with food. Old, restored antique cars shine in their brilliance. Someone had to work on them, they do not stay that way.

We live in a world of upkeep as time marches on.

Let us not leave the children behind as we pursue our large living.

In my memory is a stove in a little house on Ritter Avenue in Indianapolis. A pot of green beans, potatoes and ham simmered, as coffee brewed for the afternoon. I stood on a stool and started to put paper plates on gas burners I just turned on, and Grandma caught me just in time to avert disaster. Handing me a real spoon, not a paper spoon, I received my first lesson in cooking and stove safety.

“Look” before you move. “Listen.”

As Joye Kelly said of Wonder Woman’s golden lasso, it was to “make you stop and think about what you are doing.”

Five seconds can change your life.

Perhaps that is a lesson we need to pass to our children.

Happy Tuesday, all. Molly is purring on my life, and I savor a few more minutes before I hit this busy day.

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