Something I wrote for Catholic Exchange:
A mother is forced by her child’s needs to take time in the day just to love that child. Just to stare at the perfection of God’s creation. We chafe at the restrictions but it is a great work in this phase of life to actively engage in doing nothing.
Surely Our Blessed Mother spent much of the early days of Jesus’ life doing nothing, with Him. These are the images evoked by many a Christmas Carol or painting of the Nativity. Joy and excitement, marvels in the heavens and great movements of people, and at the center of it all a mother seated with her child at her breast.
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