Wrapped in the pages was this moment in time.....

They appeared as mini-superheroes
Through the mother's eyes
Her tired body, slumped in the chair of the coffee house
Weary for the anticipation of the drive
The boy's uncanny ability to breathe life to an inanimate teddy bear dressed in kacky pants and a fishing hat
He actually has a side bag and pockets you can stick your fingers into, the bear, that is
The girl is curious also
She, however, has moved slightly past that age, into another age of beauty
Uncanny, almost, untimely beauty that is too soon for a mother to want to see on her precious baby
The one her mother breast fed only eleven years prior
But here she stands defying time, with bangs dipped, reddish on brown
Porcelain skin, timely fashion, and pink lips money cannot buy
Then there is the eldest daughter, sitting humbly, asking for nothing
Apologetically posed against her seat of disappointment
Trying to not feel too bad for not doing the things her Mother expects of her
Ahhh Mother Expectation
Kin to Father Time?
Perhaps a sister to Mother Superior
Ruler slapping hands not mine
In her heart the mother wants to give her children everything
In her heart the mother cannot give her children everything
It is as though she is the gatekeeper, rationing out gifts
So clearly she saw it, in a dream
The Superhero Mother stance with arms outstretched at her sides
One hand receiving and one hand giving
One hand yielding and one hand open
The traffic controller to the influx
Never too much too fast
For lack of appreciation
Nor too little
For the pain of want
The mother wants, hopes, yearns for a life of goodness and mercy for her children
The mother prays always
For safety and health
The mother teaches gratitude
The mother gifts with love
If only the pages of this comic book drew the end
As happily ever after
The mother could fall asleep a little easier

It occurs to her the answer is in the Gift of Love
That should be showered and not
Rationed
No punch card required for a dose of
Patience, kindness, or encouragement
No waiting til next month for more
The shelves of Super Mothers' heart are always stocked
Especially when her kids are low
Thanks to the Endless Supplier
The Glorious Giver
The Lover of her Soul
Her Father in Heaven
That never counted her wrongs and His disappointment in her