Monday, September 28, 2015
This post is about my dear mother. Elizabeth Holloway Marston. I like to think that my mom was legendary. People called her sharp, they called her spindly. My Dad met her when they were just children. Mom was the type of person to let no one get in her way. She had a goal and she stuck to it, much like Wonder Woman. Mom was from the Isle of Man, Wonder Woman was from the Isle of Woman. And the similarities seem to end. Mom was actually known as an Amazon. In her time, an Amazon was a women rebel, someone who left home to go to college. Wonder Woman is an Amazon herself. Mom didn't want to be tied down by anything, even children. Neither did Wonder Woman. A difference between them is that while Mom married Dad, Wonder Woman wouldn't settle down. Dad knew my mom for so long. They were in love. And Mom really was no ordinary person. Even though she was looked down upon for being a woman, she did what she could. She got an education, she had an amazing career, all with Marston by her side. She made the best of every situation she could, when Olive came into the picture she decided this was a chance for her career to fly. Mom always made me feel inspired like no one ever could. And Wonder Woman does the same with everyone she encounters. I'm sorry if I'm going on and on and on about my mom. It's just she really was the greatest. And if there was one person that I could equate to Wonder Woman, it would be her. (And I think she knows it too, based on her smug looks every time I ask.) And because Mom was always looked down upon for being a woman, maybe Dad created Wonder Woman for her, because everyone admired her.
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