I’ve come to realize that much of the middle and high school taunting was way off the mark. “Geek” just doesn’t fit, no really, stop clutching your sides and hear me out. This week’s prompt at Crazy/Hip Blog Mamas sounded simple and inspiring enough “If I could be any superhero, I would be…” I realized that I reside pretty far down on the geekoscity scale. I couldn’t think of 5 super heroes and the few I could think of, I knew NOTHING of their actual super powers. Wonder Woman immediately popped into my head, I mean HELLO she always looked totally cute in her outfit. Ask me about her ability to accessorize and I might mention those adorable cuff bracelets but ask me about her ACTUAL powers and all I can do is stare blankly and try to look intelligent. I knew vaguely of spidermans ability to scale buildings but this is more acquired knowledge due to the freaks who over the years have scaled actual buildings under the pseudonym Spider Man. I think he can throw webs too because once my nephew cloaked me in silly string while hollering “I AM SPIDER MAN!!!!!” of course it could just be the overblown imagination of a 7 year old… HMMM. You see this? I am struggling.

I started thinking about the super powers I would like to have. Lots of people would like to see through walls, predict the future or fly - me? Not so much. As much as I hate surprises I think being all knowing and all seeing would really put the kibosh on the few interesting twists life has to come. Knowing the future would at first glance be marvelous but then important events intended to shape your life would be missed out on, leaving you less of a person. Flying? Flying is just passe to me, everyone wants to fly. What kind of super powers could possibly be left?

Bouncing, not just Tiggerific bouncing, I mean bouncing that I can do little and small or all the way up up up into the stratosphere. I’ve always dreamed of bouncing. I would be flying off a cliff coyote style and just before that big splat I would bounce (complete with comedic bouncing noise). I have dreamed of covering great distances merely bouncing along, ala the men on the moon. I have dreamed of gliding in the clouds, not by means of simple flying powers but by bouncing until I attain enough power to coast along like a hang glider. In these dreams I am triumphant- saving babies and talking down jumpers. Moments of pure joy as the wind caresses my hair.

I guess I could wish for more, but wouldn’t that seem greedy when I would be so content with just this one power? Of course I would need a stunning get-up and a pen name under which to writing my super biography. Maybe wishing for the ability to super-accessorize wouldn’t be so much greedy as smart.