Mary Was a Mother

I’ve been thinking about Mary a lot lately.

Two years ago, I was expecting around Christmas and I was terrified since it was a high-risk pregnancy. And so, I’ve been thinking about Mary.

The young virgin who gave birth to the Son of God.

How must she have felt?

Was she scared of the pain of childbirth?

Did she worry about how she’d do it all? 

Did she pray her baby and herself would be okay?

How long did she endure the pains of labor in her condition instead of in a warm hospital bed?

Did she wonder what was happening or did she have someone explain to her the pains of transitioning and crowning?

Was she able to nurse her baby? (Because if I couldn’t figure it out in the 21st century, I’m still confused how women have done it since the beginning of time!)

Was she nervous about how she’d raise the King? Did she feel the immense heaviness of that responsibility? 

Women have been giving birth since Eve, but Mary’s was a miracle; it was the birth of a King—our Savior. Did she realize the significance her baby’s birth would mean to this world? Or was she just like the rest of us and did she want to hold Him in her arms forever and never let Him go? 

As Christians, we celebrate the birth of Jesus. We celebrate the Prince of Peace’s birth and rejoice in our Savior. 

But as mothers, let’s take a moment to celebrate Mary, too. Let’s say a prayer thanking her for giving birth to our King and remember that she was just like us. She was a new mother who must’ve been scared and unsure of what she was doing. 

She is a mother to our Savior, yes, but she was still a mother.