As I was rocking Myla to sleep this morning I couldn't help but start to picture a Young Mother in Bethlehem several thousands of years ago rocking to sleep her new born son. I couldn't help but reflect upon her mission. To raise a perfect being. A being who would save us all from ourselves and the temptations that are ours to overcome. I saw her in my mind scold him and then retract as she remembered what her mission was. How many times she must have felt imperfect even more so than I do.What thoughts must have been placed in her heart to try to distract her from what she needed to do. I am grateful for her and I love her. I hope some day to be worthy to meet and talk with such a women. The mother of my Savior.