While sitting through the Christmas Eve service, I noticed I was becoming increasingly skeptical of the hymns we were singing, and rather jealous of the Holy Mother. In most every song, the Baby Jesus is portrayed as the perfect sleeper. Mary sings a lullaby as he rocks on her lap, puts him down on a pile of hay in a manger, and they all sleep in heavenly peace. Sure, the cattle and their lowing wake the poor kid, but he doesn't cry. He doesn't wake his mother and make her hold him or insist on sleeping in her bed. He puts himself back to sleep.
Maybe you have a kid like that. I am not so fortunate. In fact, while I was attending this late service, my son was at home with a babysitter watching Cars. He was supposed to be sleeping.
Perhaps when he leaves for college, I'll finally get a good night's sleep. Until then, you can probably find me rolling my eyes at all those sentimental Christmas melodies, and secretly wishing I knew what Mary knew about putting kids to sleep.