I’m trying to muster up some Christmas cheer today, but all I can think of is Monday. House cleaning. School. Juggling a baby who wants to be part of things but is only a month old.
Speaking of which, I’ve spent a lot of time holding him and thinking about baby Jesus. I’ve seen people argue about how old Jesus was before he knew who he was. Well, watching my little fellow, I think the answer is: birth.
My little guy knows exactly who he is and what he wants. He just can’t express it because his body isn’t developed enough yet. He watches me talk to him and moves his mouth in talking motions, imitating me. He studies his siblings and daddy, learning their faces, and he smiles in recognition. He’s a somber little guy, very serious and detail-oriented. I think we’ll get along just fine.
The point is, Jesus knew who he was. All babies do. They just can’t do much about it. And they really do hate being babies. I think it’s one reason they cry–out of sheer frustration. My little guy watches the other kids play, and he wants to play with them so BADLY. Especially his three and five year old sisters. He watches them with such longing.
Those are my thoughts for today–it’s Monday, and I’m mostly thinking about my dirty house and who will be assigned what chores. Hard to feel very Christmasy on a Monday. 🙂