And now my time had come. My little one was so eager to come forth I could barely control him. My husband tried to help, but he was just a man, overwhelmed by the miracle of new life. The animals seemed to stare in wonder. Perhaps they knew what I was going through to bring forth this new life, a new life with so much promise.
All mothers believe the same.
Each child is precious, an individual miracle, with a full life ahead. It was happening so quickly. He was born, my son, my little Jesus. Jesus looks at me now as he has done so many times since he first looked at me in the stable. His big brown eyes seem to be full of the pain of the world.