There’s nothing quite like the birth of a baby. After months of excitement, preparation and growth, when the day finally arrives for the birth, nothing else matters. All attention is focused on delivery.

Whenever I focus on anything, I want a quiet environment. Childbirth was no exception. During my first experience with labor, as Michael tried to comfort me, I turned to him and intended to say, “Please don’t touch my arm. I really need a little space and a little quiet right now as I attempt to stay calm during these contractions.” What actually came out of my mouth was, “Sit down and shut up.” All of the literature I had read suggested a more alert baby if I refused anesthesia. Not one word warned me that doing so would be hazardous to my relationship with my husband. By the time I entered the hospital for the birth of my fifth child, I begged for an epidural.

Each of my children’s births was unique, but the common denominator was a total, complete, absolute, undeniable love for and overwhelming desire to protect the precious infant. I’m certain that this and many other emotions are daily shared by parents worldwide. As soon as our is child is born, our hearts burst into a million dreams for the young life, and we want nothing but the best for our baby.  

Around this time of year, there is much celebration of the birth of Jesus, and there always should be. May we never forget the reason for Christmas and always be mindful of the gifts presented by the Magi. The gold, worthy of our King. The frankincense, incense used by priests during worship of God, reminding us not only of His Divine nature, but His perfect life lived in obedience and worship to God. And finally, the myrrh, typically used during burials, calling attention to the fact that this baby was born to die.

Although the story of Jesus begins with Christmas, it doesn’t end there. He didn’t remain in that manger. Jesus grew, leading a sinless life as He taught, healed, delivered and loved. He then became the ultimate sacrifice as He willingly died on the cross for our sins.

Although many years have elapsed since the birth of my babies, my feelings for them have remained intact. Yours probably have, too. As parents, we continue to love unconditionally and desire the very best for each of our children. I believe that the best gift I can give to my children is to introduce them to Jesus. Not just the Baby in the manger but the Truth, the Teacher, the Healer, the Deliverer and the Sacrifice. Jesus is the Greatest Gift.

Ronny may be reached at rmichel@rtconline.com.