A few nights ago, in typical pre-Mother’s Day fashion, Joseph asked me this question while we were laying in bed: “Mom, who do you think is the best mom in the whole world?”
Here we go, I thought. This is gonna be good. He’s going to tell me how great I am. Time to talk about my awesomeness as a mother. I’m game.
I didn’t want to boast, so I replied, “I would say it’s a tie between Nana and Grandma. They were awesome moms to Daddy and me.
“Nope.” He said.
yup, I knew it… Here it comes. I’m walking right alongside his thought path. I love this kid.
“Mary.” He lead on, “Mary was the best mom in the whole world.”
Wow. Mary? Good answer. Must have been tough raising a son who was incapable of sin. Falon, slow your role. Mary had to watch her son suffer. Suffer the most unbearable death. For your salvation. Get over yourself.
“You’re right! Mary was the best mom. She was Jesus’ mom! And that’s so awesome.”
“Yeah, but mom, if God was Jesus’ dad and Mary was married to Joseph, was she also married to God??”
Crap. Here we go. Of course he picks a time to ask this when Ben’s out of town….
“No, she wasn’t married to God. God made her pregnant by a miracle.”
“Oh, ok. Do you know who is the best mom that I’ve ever met?”
yeah, baby. THIS is my time!!
And sure enough, it was. I love that boy to pieces.