Thoughts on Mother Mary

In the old story, Jesus knows of his path, knows that he will be tested- knows that his life will end through crucifixion... As god and man, and I imagine could handle such a gruesome task.

But, his earthly mother- I believe her sacrifice was just as poignant.

I had no idea when I became a mother that my life would change so much. That I would give everything and anything to help my child, keep her safe from harm. I cannot imagine raising a child, all the while knowing that his or her life would end early in an unjust manner. That someday, he or she would suffer untold misery for whatever cause.

I think if I were Mary of Nazareth, I would have cried every day, and held my child unendingly in hopes of instilling enough love in that earthly body that somehow he would be protected from the dark end to his life.

Come to think of it- I do hold my child with awe, love, and reverence- knowing each day as precious, each moment fleeting... And hoping that the love and joy with which she is raised will fill her heart and keep her safe from the shadows in this world.

Though I do not consider myself religious in any sense, this was a great realization for me. The gift of the mother, suffering everyday as they walked towards his death. What a strong woman.

Long live the mother in all of us.