I sometimes wonder what conversations with the boy Jesus would sound like if he were born into a normal, 21st century American household.. Maybe something like this:
“Jesus, I dont care if you are the Son of God, you are going to eat your spaghetti.”
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOUNG MAN?!”
“I know you are the Son of God but you still have to do your math homework.”
I wonder if Mary yelled at Jesus out of frustration, like every other mom in the history of the world has done or if she would be more restrained because she knew who He was.
I wonder if Jesus talked back as a little child.
I wonder if Jesus went through a biting phase.
Would Jesus share his toys with the other children from infancy or was he selfish; like all toddlers?
I try to imagine Jesus as a little child. For some reason, it is hard for me to imagine the Savior with a runny nose. Or being potty trained. Or having a temper tantrum.
I think about how miraculous childbirth has been and how humbling and terrifying motherhood has been (and continues to be) and wonder how, on Earth, Mary was able to cope; knowing she was raising the Savior.
Am I the only one who thinks like this?