thesoulpurposedotorg

My womb once so full and expectant is now empty of life, its purpose fulfilled. My ovaries are shrunken, no longer bursting with possibility. My breasts are dried up, no babies to suckle. I think of little Mary, young and frightened, looking at her newborn son suckling at her breast, her precious womb no longer a tabernacle for the holy. “Women will be saved only through childbirth,” was the theology of her people. Some still today, consider us women to only be saved through the blessing of Mary’s womb.
This Christmas day, I miss my children’s laughter. Motherhood has been the absolutely most fulfilling, joyous experience of my life. In many ways, it has saved me. My children’s love and respect nourish me. My proudest accomplishment is this: I taught my children to pray and they know God’s love and follow the way of Christ. I feel very connected to Mary today. It was the fruit of her womb that has given the fruit of my womb purpose, possibility and nourishment for their deepest hunger.
I wonder, does Mary miss the laughter of the boy Jesus and the wonder in his eyes? Does she remember the magic of being able to comfort her child? Does the celebration of Christmas remind her of the sacred center in her body that made God incarnate possible? I like to think that she does. Merry Christmas, Mary, Mother of God, Divine tabernacle of the breath of Heaven.