But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.
[Luke 2:19]
At Christmas time, my thoughts always turn to Mary. My first child was born close to Christmas and, while we were stalled at a rail crossing on the way to the hospital, I thought of Mary. I was so thankful I wasn’t riding a donkey. While I was admitted to the hospital, I thought of Mary being cold and hungry with no place to rest in comfort. I cringed at the thought of going through labor and delivery in the conditions described in the Bible. Mary was made of sterner stuff than I am. Ever since then, motherhood and Christmas have been inextricably linked in my mind.
Speaking of mothers, the rocker in the photo was my mother’s. I bought it for her as a Christmas gift with my first Navy paycheck 50 years ago. Sitting in Mama’s chair is Maisey, my grandmother’s doll. Grandma got her for Christmas 130 years ago (here’s a link to that story). As I decorated the tree last weekend (and shoveled snow), I thought of Mary and Mama and Grandma.
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Absolutely gorgeous photograph. I am from Vermont and I liked this very much. Thank you.
I love your stories, Katherine. They always allow me to remember appreciated and loved things of my own that I have forgotten. Merry Christmas and hugs.
I love your friendship, Mary. Thank you for your inspiration.
Merry Christmas Katherine. Thanks for sharing the stories. Does the rug under the rocker have a history?
Merry Christmas.
The rug does have a history. My grandma braided it out of fabric scraps she gleaned from discarded clothes.