When my boys were little, a towel or small blanket fastened around their shoulders immediately transformed them into Superman. Faster they would run across the yard, and they would leap off the porch with wild abandon, then fold their arms across their chests in a grand gesture because, in their minds, they had suddenly become more than what they were before. Their new found strength, power and invincibility discovered in an inanimate object such as an old bleached-stained towel, gave rise to a curiosity in me that would last for years.
Earlier this year, after putting on a particular bracelet I noticed something different in the way I felt. There was a confidence in me I hadn't noticed before. My shoulders were squared and my chin high. I wasn't as insecure as I was on most days, and when I heard my voice, I heard a stronger and more powerful one than I had the day before.
Since that time, I find myself reaching inside my bracelet box for bangles and watches and bracelets for days that I know will be especially difficult. It's all in my mind and I know that I don't really have a superpower.
But, sometimes though, it sure feels like it.