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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Nativity Again?

I was a girl, maybe 9 or 10. We didn’t go to church every Sunday but we went more or less regularly. Sometimes we’d even get their early enough for me to attend Sunday School.

It was the Christmas season and, of course, we were talking about the birth of Christ, the Baby Jesus. Well, I knew a little bit about the birds and the bees so I understood the concept of the Virgin Birth. I knew that Mary got pregnant without having sex.

Flash forward to a few days later. I had a stomach ache. It was a really bad stomach ache. And I thought about my aching stomach. And I thought about Sunday School. And I thought about the Virgin Mary.

Then I got scared. I wasn’t ready for this. Why me? How could this be? In a matter of minutes, I had worked myself into a pretty good tizzy. When my mother entered the living room, she was immediately concerned.

“What is the matter?” She said, in that way that mothers have.

With my hands on my stomach, I looked her dead in her eyes and told her my theory, “I think I’m pregnant with the Baby Jesus.”

This is where my mom earned a ton of Good Mom Points. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t smirk. She didn’t even smile. She said, “I don’t think that’s it but let’s try and find out why your stomach is aching.”

I’m sure she laughed her ass off when she told her friends about it.

Labels: Christmas, Family, Memories

posted by SDC @ 2:20 PM

1 Comments:

At November 12, 2009 at 10:31 AM, Diva's Thoughts said…

Oh that's funny and cute. lol