1 Mother 2 Another

Last night a friend of mine had a brief
conversation with Cora that went like this:


“Cora, are you going to be in the Christmas pageant?”


“Yep.”


“What are you going to be?”


“An angel.”


“What do the angels do?”

“Dance.”


“And what else?”


“Sing.”


“And what else?”


Cora looked at me. I looked at her sternly.


“Well, the angels do NOT hold the baby Jesus.”


Yes! I thought to myself. It’s sunk in, finally.


And then ten minutes later, at home, Cora said to me wistfully,
“Mommy, when DOES the angel get to hold the baby
Jesus?”


Notice she said when, not if.