The time came for her to have her child, and she gave birth to her firstborn son.
I remember when our first child was born, I picked her up and held her in my arms. There was nothing more perfect in all the world, nothing more precious, my own child, helpless and totally dependent on me.
How then must the Blessed Virgin have felt when she took the baby Jesus in her arms that cold first Christmas night in a stable? This perfect little boy, helpless, cold, flesh of her flesh. All those feelings of love and affection, incredible awe at the wonder of creation.
Yet Mary knew also that this child in her arms was the Son of God. She may not yet have fully understood that He was God, but she knew that He was the Son of God, she had been told so, she was a Virgin and had given Birth as the angel had said.
Here in her arms she held the Messiah, the one who had been promised to her people for so long. I can't even begin to imagine how that must have felt.