When we arrived at the hospital the stars were still out, even though dawn was breaking. The four white pillars before the entrance had been wrapped in swags of greenery, and they gave the hospital a festive air.
I, at any rate, was festive. I had just eaten an Egg McMuffin, with an extra large coffee and a hash browns, because it was the last meal I expected to eat for many, many hours. This day had been carefully planned, well thought out, and long anticipated.
It was the day my son was born.
In what we now know to be his customary fashion, he’d taken his time to arrive. When first given his due date, we thought we’d have a Thanksgiving baby. We didn’t know I’d have to be induced so we could have him for the First Sunday of Advent.
That day was long. It was filled with joy and awe, but it was long. I won’t talk about the state of the art birthing room, the way my husband cut the cord, the way that my parents stood by anticipating the new life to arrive. I won’t talk about holding my son for the first time, and being overcome by two disparate things: his little fingers are exact copies of mine, and was I really to be responsible for him forevermore? Could I do it?
I never sent birth announcements when he was born. I felt it would be incredibly presumptuous of me, in the season of our Saviour’s birth, to say, “Hey! I had a son, too!” To me, every birth pales in comparison to Mary’s.
Her birthing room was dusty, her husband probably didn’t have the proper scissors, and her parents weren’t around to be an encouragement. But, she had a heavenly host, she had a shining star, she had gifts from the Wise Men, and she gave us a gift. The promised Saviour.
As I remember the birth of my son, on this day twenty years ago, I also remember the birth of the Lord. It’s His birth announcement which I want to proclaim every year.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
Merry Christmas. May His peace be with you always.
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