Motherhood Should Come with...

I'm joining the Gypsy Mama today with a Five Minute Friday posting.

The rules are to finish the sentence she gives you in 5 minutes. No editing, just stream it out.  Post it to her site. That's it. Oh, and let the person who told you about it know you're in.

Set the timer and here we go.

      Motherhood should come with a time machine. That way a new mom could travel into the future and see the gifts and talents this precious baby will have and not waste a minute trying to get him to do interpretive dance. Not waste any time on requiring them to learn to do finite math when the basics will suffice. Going to the future would make it easy to know how to pick your battles.
     And speaking of battles, a time machine would reveal which friends were really a negative influence and which among them were truly worthy of spending time with that precious child you've been given to watch over, train and care for. You could go forward to the time that first person wounded your child and flatten them! Or you could see how harmful your current habits might actually be and stop them. Get help. Whatever it took. And sooner.
   And then, of course, with a time machine, you could also travel back into time to re-experience the wonder of them sleeping safely in your arms. Or the comfort of a hug from that tiny, trusting soul brings. Or remember his shining smile. His pride at tying his shoes. His first tuxedo. Those road trips, just the two of you, exploring. But then, perhaps that is what grandchildren are for?
Ding! Done.
Motherhood is holding on...

and letting go...

I love you, son.