With Wondering Awe...
It dawned on me yesterday that it's DECEMBER! How can it be December already...the school year just started a few weeks ago, right? Somehow, between the turkey leftovers and the parent-teacher conferences I neglected to notice the Holiday Season approaching like a super sonic jet. Suddenly I'm surrounded by people asking if my tree is up, if everything is decorated, if I'm ready for Christmas. Ummm...yeah. I'll get back to you on that as soon as I manage to find the tree. I know it's around here somewhere...
All kidding aside, I absolutely love this time of year. I've always loved the holidays, but they've taken on new significance in the past few years. Two years and 27 days ago I got the best Christmas gift ever--a month early. Daniel made his grand entrance into this world and stole my heart. Contemplating the meaning of the Christmas season since becoming a mother has been almost more than I can bear. Holding my newborn son, listening to (and finally hearing) sacred Christmas music, I became overwhelmed with emotion. I finally had begun to understand a mother's love. How must Mary have felt, holding her newborn Babe? How must she have felt, knowing the special gift which was entrusted to her? How must she have felt, knowing at some point, her Son would endure unspeakable things, things prophesied about for centuries? Holding my new son, basking in the light and innocence of his spirit, knowing the place he left behind so he could be my son, filled my soul with wondering awe. How honored I felt that I was chosen to protect and raise this chosen spirit...innocent, helpless and dependent in the flesh, yet so strong and wise in his spirit. How I longed to hold him in my arms forever, to spare him any hurt, and bitterness, any pain. Becoming a mother was not only the best Christmas present I've ever received--it was also the most powerful lesson I've ever had in understanding Christmas.
All kidding aside, I absolutely love this time of year. I've always loved the holidays, but they've taken on new significance in the past few years. Two years and 27 days ago I got the best Christmas gift ever--a month early. Daniel made his grand entrance into this world and stole my heart. Contemplating the meaning of the Christmas season since becoming a mother has been almost more than I can bear. Holding my newborn son, listening to (and finally hearing) sacred Christmas music, I became overwhelmed with emotion. I finally had begun to understand a mother's love. How must Mary have felt, holding her newborn Babe? How must she have felt, knowing the special gift which was entrusted to her? How must she have felt, knowing at some point, her Son would endure unspeakable things, things prophesied about for centuries? Holding my new son, basking in the light and innocence of his spirit, knowing the place he left behind so he could be my son, filled my soul with wondering awe. How honored I felt that I was chosen to protect and raise this chosen spirit...innocent, helpless and dependent in the flesh, yet so strong and wise in his spirit. How I longed to hold him in my arms forever, to spare him any hurt, and bitterness, any pain. Becoming a mother was not only the best Christmas present I've ever received--it was also the most powerful lesson I've ever had in understanding Christmas.
posted by Elizabeth at
8:30 PM
1 Comments:
Elizabeth, It gets better. As your children grow, your joy grows, too. Grandchildren are wonderful. Imagine what "My joy is full" means! Yes, our greatest joy is in our family. We are all family of our Heavenly Father. Imagine the fun they have with us :-) Nuisance, too, but as we try to do our best, BE our best, we "Bless the Lord, O My Soul." Your son blesses you, yes?
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