…a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any color except purple, which I already have).
…arms that are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle.
…a waist, since I lost mine some where in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
…fingerprint resistant windows and walls.
…a refrigerator with a secret compartment where I can hide to talk on the phone.
…a television that doesn’t broadcast any programs with talking animals.
…a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, “Wash your hands,” and “Don’t hit your brother.” My voice seems just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
…a talking doll that says, “Yes, Mommy!” to boost my parental confidence.
…enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning.
…the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature.
…a law declaring ketchup and ranch dressing vegetables.
…a suggestion for coercing the kids to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
…some proper writing materials. I’m composing this on the back of a receipt with my son’s red crayon.
…I would gladly give up all these gifts for a safe world where we all have jobs, children can go back to school and we can all hug each other again.
SIGNED: Every Mom
SHARON CANFIELD DORSEY is an award-winning poet and author of four children’s books; a book of poetry, Tapestry; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains; and a travel memoir, Road Trip. WATCH FOR A NEW POETRY BOOK, OUT THIS SUMMER, TITLED, WALK WITH ME.