Motherhood should come with patient eyes, the ones that wear worry in the corners because their grown up girl, this one blogging late in the watches of the night, is up too late and is working too hard and is too stubborn to listen to you. Motherhood should come with soft hands that smooth away the wrinkles of the day with spontaneous trips to Starbucks for chai and cuddling close even now as feet creak across floorboards and we cling like kangaroo cubs.
Motherhood should come with strong arms that catch the kid turned superhero leapfrogging off the couch into the middle of life. Motherhood should come with plenty of tissues for the final decision to say goodbye, the final moment of moving away, the final moment of doing the brave thing in the quiet. Motherhood should come with lots of good red wine.
Motherhood should come with a bucketful of grace all its own for the moments when daughter and mother look at each other too weary even to make words from their shared heart. Mother becomes mercy. Motherhood should come with an endless supply of tea and mugs. Motherhood should come with the looks of love saved up for the moments when we the children stamp our feet and cross our arms because what we want is to not need you but all we need is you. You and your strong soft arms and your big comforter heart that wraps us up tight.