Every Christmas since I was 13 years old (correct me if I'm wrong, but Mary was a teenager when she the angel came to her announcing she was going to have a baby) I've tried to put myself into Mary's shoes, wondering what she was thinking and feeling as she carried the Light of the World, then as what she felt as she held Jesus, her son for the first time.

This Christmas I am wondering the same things. But today I started wondering what it was like after Jesus was born, when He was just a little boy. And like all little boys, Jesus needed a mommy. I've never been a mother before, but as a babysitter who is active in the lives of the children I do babysit, I know what's it like to take care of child, even if it's not on a daily basis. So today I was thinking of how Jesus needed someone to hold Him, love Him, and care for Him, like every child. And like every mother, Mary cared and loved Him. An ordinary girl taking care of an extraordinary boy.