This past weekend, we went to see my nephew's choir sing during their church's Christmas program. My baby girl loved that they brought in a live donkey and sheep. She giggled and yelled "sheepies!" I'm not sure if I'm raising a performer or a heckler. Time will tell. As I sat and watched the Nativity, I thought back to a time when I played the part of Mary. I sat for, I'm pretty sure, forever and held a 42 pound newborn. My arm is still asleep from that some 25 or more years later. It was the longest retelling of the birth of the Lord that I had ever experienced. I came to a realization after my trip back in time. I don't know that I have a place in the Nativity anymore...unless we vere from scripture and add in Mary's meemaw. I got a little down about that. Then, I realized that my Proper Southern baby girl is too big to portray the Baby Jesus. I told her that later in the hall of the church, and she said "Oh, a bunny." They had a bunny there. I don't know why.
I'm going to try to take the baby girl's attitude toward most things these days. I want to live in the moment, giggle when I see cute animals, hug everybody I love, perform the musicals in my head whereever I happen to be, and take naps. Yep, what say we start with that last one right now.