Mary was a MOM; Jesus was a BOY.

When I think of Jesus' mother, Mary.  I think she is some "god", some amazing woman, but not a real person. Know what I mean?  Until I really think about this person, this mother of God.  She was a mom.  She probably did a lot of the same things we as mothers of babies do.  She talked silly.  She tickled when she changed his pants.  She cuddled and disciplined.  Yeah, I do think she disciplined.  Just because Jesus was perfect, does that mean that he never caused her any grief?  I mean, he was a boy.  And those of us with boys, know how they are.  They are BUSY.  They get into everything.  Wouldn't He have the same learning that our boys have?  He had to learn to walk, as a human.  That means with a human body, he fell and got bumps and bruises.  Right?  Jesus may have been (was) God, but Mary was all human.  She fretted and scolded and fussed I'm sure.



I was thinking about this as I'm "pullin' your leg off" with Matty while I change this diaper.  We have this elevated view of the mother of God and really she was just a mom like me and you.



Last year at our woman's Christmas dinner and silent auction, I spoke about Mary riding on the back of the donkey for all those many miles (I forget exactly how far, but it was a long-ish drive in a car and she did it on the back of a donkey at 9 months pregnant and she was young (we suspect, right?).)  Anyway, I think it was last year that Mary (and other Bible "characters") became REAL PEOPLE to me.  Not just people in this book we call the Bible.  Back to Mary.  Not only did she ride on this donkey, but then she didn't even have a real bed to give birth in / on.



I didn't go to our ladies Christmas dinner this year and apparently I was asked about.  In the course of the conversation, one lady stated that "she's a better woman than I am".  I don't get statements like that.  I don't understand where that sentiment comes from.  I'm just a mom trying to do the best I can with what I have and what I know. At this point in my life, what was best for me was not going to the dinner.  It doesn't make me a better or worse person.  I'm just a mom who at this point in my life was needed at home - by my hubby and my family.  There will be time for me to be with the ladies for their activities, maybe.  Maybe not.



Back to making Mary more human.  She had to day and night toilet train that boy.  She had to live through him learning to use the carpentry tools.  This summer I was gifted so many handfuls of dandelions.  I sit here and think about the things Mary would have been "gifted" - chairs that toppled when she sat on them because he didn't quite get it right.  And her praise of his efforts.  Or when he came in her nice clean kitchen for lunch with muddy hands and feet and face after making mud pies in her flower bed (or whatever the equivalent would be).  Or Jesus pulling "weeds" has he helped his momma in the herb garden.



Of course I'm just thinking out loud and I don't know what happened or what kind of things they had around.



I just think we get too carried away with thinking these Bible people were so superior to us in today's society.  And really they are PEOPLE.  We only get to "hear" what is written in the Bible about them.  The rest we have to fill in the blanks.  We have to remember that they are people.  :)



That's just me rambling my thoughts.



Still diggin',