Rolled her eyes as she picked his heavenly socks off the floor.
Reminded Jesus to flush and wash his hands.
Told him he couldn’t play Minecraft until he finished his homework.
I wonder if she pulled the covers over her head, and wondered if she was ruining him.
Pondered, in her heart, if medication was necessary.
Is it possible that Mary read parenting articles online?
Did she cut his sandwiches into triangles?
Or place two spoons on the table so they wouldn’t be corrupted by other foods?
Did she know the fine line between hug and strangle?
Did she chase Jesus around, forcing him to kiss her before school?
How many times did he get to be angry with her because she was safe?
After all, her kid was God.
But yet, I look at her, and I know she understands it all anyway.