We have a lovely couple at my church, Christ Episcopal Church in Redondo Beach, and they are the parents of twin boys, five months old. We had a St. Nicholas dinner tonight and the babies were a hit, as they always are at church events. We women passed those guys around and around and they were happy as clams. Never heard a peep out of them.
Then I saw one of the parishoners rocking one of the babies and she had the most ecstatic look on her face. She said it was OK to take a photo and the parents said it was fine to post it at Sacred Ordinary. I call this "Contemporary Madonna," a prime example to me of the divine feminine.
I touched his little head and it was like warm, pulsing blonde velvet. He smelled like baby oil and talcum and I was instantly thrown back to the days when I raised my own three babies--two sons and a daughter, now all parents themselves. I actually feel swoony typing this. What a privilege it is to be a mom--and to be a grandma six times over.
When I look back on my 74-years, being a mother feels like it was my major contribution to the world. No wonder we honor Mary, the penultimate mother of them all.
To see dozens of other Marys and depictions of the Divine Feminine, go to Rebecca's Recuerda mi Corazon for the Virgin a Day meme.