What with Christmas coming up, I've been thinking about Mary a lot lately. She first crossed my mind about a month before Ellie was born, and I suddenly had enormous sympathy for her. She got dragged across the world on a donkey while she was enormously pregnant, then had to give birth in a stable. Forget being the mother of God, the woman deserves sainthood for that alone, as far as I'm concerned.
And the whole mother of God thing. When I get particularly stressed out about whether I'm raising Ellie properly, I like to step back and say hey, at least I'm not responsible for bringing up the Messiah, because holy cow is that some serious pressure or WHAT. And Mary did not even have the benefit of Google to tell her that it's perfectly normal when the baby wakes up fifty-seven times in the night and refuses to go back to sleep and it's not because she has totally fucked up and ruined her child's entire life.
So what I'm saying here is that I suddenly have tremendous respect for Mary, and I almost wish I were Catholic so I could pray to her without feeling like a total doof. Almost.
These are the thoughts I have these days, people.