A mom’s view of the Cross

April 1, 2013

Arlo’s birth was traumatic. He was born four weeks early and developed pneumonia which led him to be in the NICU for the first week of his life.

Arlo’s birth and first week also led me to have a new admiration for Mary, the mother of Jesus. I wondered what it was like for her going into labor and delivering Jesus so far from her own community. I wondered what it was like for Mary to hold this little God baby in her arms.

I remember asking Mary to be with Arlo when I couldn’t while he was in the NICU. We lived thirty five minutes from the hospital and while I tried to be there as much as I could I also had to heal from my labor. So, I asked Mary to watch over him and be with him. I guess I remembered that verse that talks about the great cloud of witnesses and I figured since Mary was one of the first she would be the best to ask.

I’m sure a lot of Christians would find my request from Mary to be off putting. I actually had a good friend ask me, “why didn’t you ask Jesus to watch over Arlo?”

My first response was, “well I just assumed He was already watching over him,” and my second response was, “because Jesus was never a mom”

There is something about being a mom that Jesus never got to experience.

When we finally brought Arlo home, I had no idea what to do with him.

I still remember his first sponge bath at home. We put his little tub on the kitchen table and Waylon and I undressed him and started to bath him. He screamed and I cried and it took us a good thirty minutes to get over the whole messy ordeal.

Reflecting on my first year of being a mom has allowed me to look through the eyes of Mary, and as this Easter has come and gone I have realized how painful the cross was to Mary. I would go as far as to say the cross might have been more painful to Mary then to Jesus.

You don’t want your kids to feel pain. When Arlo was on oxygen in the NICU I wanted so desperately to breath for him.

Mary must have felt utter despair that night. Even of she knew redemption was coming, that sword still would have cut her heart into pieces.

As we have moved out of the passion and into Eastertide let us not forget the brokenness and the pain that brings us all together as human beings. We all have suffered and all have the opportunity to weep with Mary on Friday and rejoice with her on Sunday.


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