I remember after the birth of my first child when everyone had left and I was alone with my son for the first time. I looked at him lying on the bed and realized I was responsible for this new life. How could I teach him everything he needed? I was terrified. I held him close and the two of us cried. Those were tears of fear and tears of joy, but most of all they were tears of love. Looking into his little face, I made a promise to God that I have spent my life trying to keep.

Was it different for Mary on that night in Bethlehem? Although her calling was unlike any other, as a first-time mother she must have felt the emotions that come with having a child. I imagine she too looked to heaven for answers and assurances and like every mother cried tears of fear, tears of joy and tears of love. - LLS