Once you become a mom, the Christmas story takes on new meaning. I have been thinking about Mary and how it would feel to be 9 months pregnant while riding on a donkey for a long distance. How horrible that must have been. And then I thought about going into labor in a stable and having to lay my newborn in a manger. I hurt for Mary when I think about how hard that must have been. Now that I have a sweet boy of my own and know the overwelming feeling of responsibility a mother feels for a little life, I also think of how Mary must have felt as she looked down on the Son of God.
As I looked into my own sweet children's eyes tonight, I also felt a deep sense of gratitude for my Savior. I am so grateful that he died for my baby boy and my cute little Em. I am so happy that I will be able to be with my family forever because of Him.
Christmas has new meaning now that I am a mother. Gifts and Santa are no longer as important. My children and my faith are paramount. I think I finally have been able to grasp the true Spirit of Christmas.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas tomorrow and hope you all, too, feel the Spirit of Christmas in your own homes.
I couldn't agree more with your post. Christmas is totally different through the eyes of a mother. I'm excited for you to come back!
ReplyDeleteI agree. You have such an eloquent way of phrasing things. I didn't feel like I could ever get into the real meaning of Christmas until this year after I had Locke. It's just so different after you can sympathise and make it more real.
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