When the alarm goes off, she automatically transforms into a stringed puppet pulled from a box. Leaps like a frog, crawls like a newt, worming her way down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and pack meals in lunch boxes.
Harefooted, she clears the driveway for her husband who’s about to leave for office, closes the gate then sprints like a cheetah back to the table to check if kids took their vitamins.
One last look at the assignment notebooks just to see if they’ve done their homeworks or have put in their bags materials for art or science experiment or ingredients for cooking class … before school service arrives.
Just when she thinks everything is A-OK, on the very last minute she’d see them wearing socks that do not match, wrongly tucked blouses or wearing rubber shoes instead of school shoes. Small details she did not notice before sending them off to school. Because she was too busy processing, readying and putting things together in her mind all at the same time. Sometimes she’d think there’s so much more she can do, if only she has another arm or two, expandable fingers, extra legs, wider eyes, larger ears plus antennas (for sensing any forgotten items)…
Be careful what you wish for, kids may not like to see a freak mama.