Supermom!

            I was ready for takeoff with upbeat, exciting orchestral music playing in the background.  But my son refused to run off the cliff with me.  Hang-gliding from Tulsa to Seattle—with a quick drop-off (of him) in Colorado Springs—was simply too scary.  So off I flew alone . . .

            No, I am not suffering from delusions of grandeur.  This scene was from my son’s dream, which we discussed again today over the phone.  I first learned of my hitherto unknown Supermom qualities when he told me about his dream during our November visit with Dana, Shawn, and Benjamin in Bartlesville.

            Granted, the thought of an orchestra accompanying my every move is rather nice.  Who hasn’t wished for background music like in the movies?  I like the idea of being brave and adventuresome—just the idea, mind you.  Hang-gliding ranks right up there with bungee jumping as something I NEVER, EVER want to do.  But it is rather flattering to think my 25-year-old son would dream such a thing, remember the music, and tell me about it.

            I believe that the most adventuresome thing I have ever done in my life was jumping off the high dive when I was eight years old.  At eight, I looked more like five, and I remember the hush as I stood on the diving board trying to work up the courage to leap.  Why I had ever agreed to climb that ladder is beyond me, but it probably had something to do with a dare from my sister. 

            A friend and I almost did something foolhardy once.  The movie Mary Poppins had just come out, and we were enchanted with the idea of flying via umbrella.  Our plan was to step out onto the roof of her two-story home with our umbrellas, open them, jump off the roof, and glide gently to the ground.  Fortunately, my better sense kicked in, and I suggested we try it first from her front porch.  Landing so hard and so fast was an unpleasant surprise. 

            The only other moments of bravery I remember are . . . wait a minute . . . um, I think I’ve run out of stories.  Maybe I should call Joseph back and find out what my Supermom cape looked like.  In the meantime, I think I’ll put on some background music.