I remember what it was like when I was due with all 4 of our children. The anticipation and longing to just get it over…..so the discomfort will be gone….but most importantly, getting to meet my child for the first time. I wonder how Mary felt when she met her baby Jesus….was she frightened? Did she wonder what she got herself into? I think not. After all, she was more pure than anyone could be or ever would be.
We forget sometimes how blessed we are with all our modern conveniences at our fingertips. Our children see it as a way of life until or unless they experience loss of some kind. But back to Our Blessed Mother… I wish I could have met her, been there to care for her when her baby was born.
And so, I am grateful for her wonderful, gentle ways.