When you have a newborn, every day can feel like much of the same; a cycle of change, feed, comfort, sleep.
So in a lot of ways today feels like any other, though it’s not.
Tomorrow is Christmas, and we will celebrate new beginnings. The birth of a baby, love come into the world.
We have had a challenging month; Harry was sick for a week (with a fever for five days), I’ve had a cough for two weeks, and this baby and I, we’re still learning each other. There have been moments when I have despaired, I have to admit.
And in those moments, I’ve had this thought: I prayed for this.
I didn’t just pray for the fun happy moments of motherhood—the holding hands as we walk around our neighborhood, crunching snow looking at neighbors’ Christmas lights. The cookie making and evening snuggles. The coos and smiles and nuzzling heads. The Santa visits and lunches out with Grammy. Sleeping babies and twinkling lights on a tree.
I prayed for all of it, which includes fussy babies and whiny toddlers and fevers at 2 am. And my normally-screen-limited toddler watching so much TV that he asks for it every morning.
And what I need to remember—what I am telling you so that I will remember—is that because of Christmas, I am not alone in those hard moments. God is with me.
God came down, stepped into the world. This messy, scary, beautiful world. Jesus came so that God could be with us.
O come o come Emmanuel.