I believe each child I’ve delivered has “delivered me.”
by Bridget Brewster
One of my favorite songs of Christmas is “Mary Did You Know.” I’m swept away by the feel of a lullaby and the simple message of boundless awe.
I admit, I’m a sucker for lyrics that appeal to me as a mother. Give me some sappy words that make me feel that I’m making a difference and I’m gone to that fantasy place where I’m a perfect mother and all is right with the world.
But this song is a profound message of the child. I know it’s about THE Child, but it provides me with the deep realization that my babies, each one of them, have “made me new.” From the moment I held my first baby to this very moment of holding my infant grandchildren, everything . . . flowers, dirt, laundry, books, conversations, soup, trees, rocks, knickknacks, clothes, friendship, cookies, holidays, popcorn, bicycles . . . every single thing became different.
I believe each child I’ve delivered has “delivered me.” I’m a different person because of being a mother. I don’t own, I borrow time . . . this is only a recent discovery. It’s taken decades to be delivered from the small thinking of possessing and scheduling every moment and activity. Now, like a blind man, I can see and embrace living in the moment.
Fortunately, I observed my children being loved by grandparents and extended family members whose lives are forever woven in the threads of time. Without a doubt, my children have “walked where angles trod” in those special moments.
As I live in Advent, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for my life . . . my children, my parents and their parents, my brothers and sisters, my friends. I’m able to feel this unbounded love because of a Universe created to multiply moments of joy, peace and understanding.
I didn’t always know these things, but now I do. I know for a certainty that every time I kiss my babies, “I kiss the face of God.”
What greater gift?
Bridget Brewster is a freelance writer and a communications professional from Los Angeles.
Reflection: How will I look for the face of God during Advent?