Mary, Did You Know?

I have always loved Christmas. The lights , the music (which is acceptable year-round), the food, time spent with family, and most importantly, celebrating the birth of our Savior.

This Christmas will be my little girl’s first. At eight months old, she really doesn’t understand it yet. I anticipate that she will tear into her gifts because she loves tearing into things. She will eat delicious food because she loves food. But she does not yet know or understand the season.

This year is different for me. This is the first Christmas I have been a mom, and it has prompted a stirring in my heart. I have been thinking so much about that tiny baby born to Mary and what that first Christmas must have been like.

We’ve all heard the song, “Mary, did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water? Mary, did you know that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?” Last year, this song brought me to tears at the thought of my tiny Peanut growing inside of me and who she might grow up to be. This year, it brings me to tears because I can so much better understand Mary’s position.

As a mom, you have so much love for this little person you hold in your arms. You would do anything for them – sleep (or rather, not sleep) all night every night in a recliner, wipe up spit and vomit and who knows what else, give your time and devotion and sometimes your sanity for their well being. I can’t help but think about that first Christmas and what Mary must have felt. She was a new mom, which is terrifying. She must have been exhausted from delivering the baby. Then she held this tiny miracle in her arms and her heart must have burst with love. But more than that, she held Jesus. She held the Son of God.

Think about that for a minute. She held in her arms her newborn baby, her precious son, who was also the Son of God. What an incredible feeling that must have been. What an incredible responsibility. Was Mary afraid of messing up? Was she afraid if not knowing what to do, if not raising Jesus the way she should? Did she ever get impatient or frustrated with him?

As a mom, it’s easy to get swept up in the day to day monotony of life. The laundry and vacuuming and cooking and grocery shopping and appointments. It’s easy to forget the miracle that surrounds you every day. God sent this little baby to be yours, to love and cherish and teach and nurture. He entrusted you with this most precious gift. He loves you that much.

And more than that, He loves you so much that He sent His son for you. He sent Jesus to Mary on that Christmas long ago so that you could live.

This Christmas season, I urge you to stop and think about this. Whether you’re a mom or a dad, grandma or grandpa, childless or trying. Think about the incredible fact that Jesus came here as a tiny, vulnerable little baby. The Son of God was born in a manger, grew up sinless, and died on a cross, all for you. If that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is.