Ironically, this determination to ensure they know both of our cultures means that over Christmas I have not just been peddling Santa lies but have also been telling the nativity story many times, and answering all the questions that brings up.
- "Where's Mary now?"
- "Er, she lives on in hearts and minds."
- "Why did they have a donkey?"
- "Because cars hadn't been invented."
- "What's an angel?"
- "It's what people had before pregnancy tests."
And so it is that miracle babies are on my mind quite a lot, especially as my own littlest baby is about to turn one.
My daughter took what seemed like a long time to conceive. I am aware it takes some people many more years than it took us (she took two and bit years) but at the time every month felt like a year. My son on the other hand happened immediately we began trying for a second child.
Conversely, a friend of mine conceived her first child immediately but took two and a bit years to conceive number two.
Based on our first experiences she thought she was super fertile and I thought we were sub fertile. Turns out we were both wrong - taking a mean average means we both fall pretty much in the normal camp.
We don't know of course what would have happened had we both tried to conceive a month (or a minute) before we did. Did my friend just catch the right moment out of thousands to have sex when she conceived first time round? Had we tried a month earlier might we have thought we were super fertile too? It is so tempting to think of the baby who takes ages to come as the miracle baby. But of course the fact is they are all miracle babies, the barely believable product of that single moment in the history of people and time.
- What's a miracle mummy?
- You are darling.
The season, the fairy lights, the stars, the nativity story, the Jewishness, the heady mix of emotions a first birthday brings - it's only bloody gone to my head.