Christmas is different this year. Not just because I'm exchanging my Santa-excitement for Eli's, but also because I'm thinking of Christmas as a mother this year. I'm thinking about Jesus's mom and how she traveled with a big old belly and swollen feet. I wonder if she whined as much as I did at the end. I'm thinking about the feelings she felt as she held her little baby. I teared up a little at the "mother and child" lyric in Silent Night at the Eve service last night. What did she think when she looked down at her little one, knowing all he would face?
I wonder if Jesus was as good a baby as Away in a Manger makes him out to be or if he was more like Eli. I wonder if he slept through the night right away. I wonder if he hit all his milestones on time. Did he walk at 9 months? Did his mother clap proudly for him when he stood up by himself, just like I clap for Eli?
We'll be celebrating that baby soon, and mine, too. And at the risk of losing you by totally switching gears, here's Eli with Santa. We'll teach him the real meaning of Christmas, but the twinkling excitement of Christmas can stay as long as he wants to believe.