24 x 30 Oil on Canvas
During the hectic days of raising my children, I forgot many things: dentist appointments, keys to my car, and where I put my daughter’s favorite sweatshirt! But I never forgot the moments of their birth, when they gazed at me for the first time. I was dizzy with love and often wondered if they felt the same.
Each year during Advent, my thoughts turned to young Virgin Mary holding her tiny infant for the first time. How much greater was her ecstasy, knowing she held the infant Son of God? This painting was inspired after reading the account of Christ’s birth, “…both son and mother looked upon each other and in this, she wounded with love the sweet infant…” (Mystical City of God. Vol 2 p403)
