The Power Suit Super Mom

December 24th many many years ago, in a hunter green brand new power suit, stood a very powerfully influential lady. She was single with several grown children. The choice to be single was not hers, it was imposed on her by powers outside the sphere of the mortal realm.

The banquet was a raving success. The performances were top shelf. She was looking at part of her handy work with a smile. All the meetings, all the power plays, all the proving to men that she was their equal was now showing fruits. In fact, prior to her rise in power, these types of events were only orchestrated by men with mediocre results. She was trailblazing a path not just for herself but for all women who would eventually have a chance at this degree of power.

She refused to take a menial administrative role on the planning team. She moved swiftly and strongly to rise near second in command of this project. Not that it was ever acknowledged on paper. She had several things held against her. Being a woman who was no longer with husband, and still dared to look pretty, well, that was unforgivable in these parts.

As she stood against the wall, one of the leading men of the counsel approached her with a degree of fear and disdain. He had to ask her permission to change anything in the program. This boiled his blood, as for the many years leading up to her arrival, he was the boss of the show.

She did not let show that she enjoyed his posture of groveling. She also didn’t let show that she was aware of his plans to overthrow her. She had plans to outmaneuver him yet again and open the door for a few other women to come in and enjoy the power she was now taking without apology.

After appearing to have given his question much thought, she casually flipped her hair back, straightened her back, stood as tall as her four inch heels would allow, looked up into his eyes and denied his request.

The flames of humiliation and hatred that shot from his eyes could have melted all the ice from the raging storm had laid down in the parking lot. Unable to contain himself, he moved quietly out of view before demanding his coat from coat check. The man stormed out in a huff of rage. It did not help that his anger robbed him of reasoning, as he fell several times on his way to his car.

Once composed, he thought it wise to shovel as much snow as he could from around his car and move it to surround hers. If one thing he had thought would help him… men knew how to drive in the snow, and women did not. Or so he was certain of.

Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, things were moving along at a great clip. A certain young man took noticed that this woman was constantly standing and watching the events with a keep eye and attention to details. Having had been told that it was important to be attentive, he had remarked that the only person present who displayed any degree of vigilance was this woman.

While she was easy on the eyes, she was not the prettiest in attendance. However, her elegance and mannerism was far superior to all in the hall. This woman understood power. She was filled with confidence. She owned the space she lived in. She had the keys to the kingdom of whatever palace she owned. Never rushed, never stressed, this lady had grace, poise, and cool just oozing all over her. And that suit.

The hunter green suit followed her contour perfectly. Not tight. Not short. Just perfectly. Many women looked on her and wondered why she had not opted for a gown and allowed the men to run the show. Many men flocked about her, drawn in by her presence, and forgetting they had dates. She was the center of the universe.