Opinion: It’s a bird, it’s a plane … it’s Supermom

Commentary by Danielle Wilson

Every so often I get the chance to play Supermom. Inevitably, it happens when my husband Doo is MIA and I’m operating on little to no sleep, but I always seem to come through. This morning was one of those times. I actually saved the day twice!

My first Wonder Woman moment came at approximately 7 a.m. I had just returned from dropping my color guard daughter off for a competition when I realized she had left her undergarments behind. I texted her but received no response. Luckily, I had to go right back over anyway to get her cross country brother to his meet, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Boy deposited, I drove around to the front of school, only to discover 10 identical buses about to pull out for Ohio. With no parking spots nearby, I ran a red light, ditched the car across the street, and then sprinted barefoot the 100 meters to the soon-departing caravan. It occurred to me that I was barefoot and still wearing pajamas.

Thinking only of my poor daughter having to toss rifles without a bra, I began interrogating far more pulled-together parents as to the whereabouts of “the guard bus.” Eventually I found it, deposited the goods, and walked back to my car, feeling very Linda Carter-like, albeit less braceleted and a little more homeless looking.

The second call for help came through not more than 10 minutes after I was home. Here’s the exact text conversation that transpired:

XC Son: What time are you coming to my meet?

Me: I’ll be there for your race. Why?

XC Son: I may have left something.

Me: OMG. Did you forget your shoes?

XC Son: Maybe.

Sweet mercy! Clearly my children will not be joining me in the League of Justice. I did manage to squeeze in a shower and actually don footwear before hopping into my not-so-invisible minivan and solving the second crisis of the day. And all before 10 a.m., thank you very much.

Am I Wonder Woman? Nope. Just the occasional Supermom.

Peace out.