I like to think about things that aren't typically pondered. That there aren't really answers to, except what we know about the present and what is documented of the past. like, How do Mary and Joseph rear the child of the Lord. I like to think about the growth of Jesus, after all he was human. he was born as a child reliant on his parents to care for him. There was a time when he began to eat from the table. There was a time when he began to smile, crawl, and walk. There was a time when He said his first word. There was a time when He wasn't where his parents thought He was going to be. He learned to speak and how to ride a bike, okay maybe not a bike... a donkey? he had a bedtime and stared at the stars. And he got reprimanded and couldn't convey his point to his parents, "But they did not understand what he was saying to them."
somehow it's comforting to know that Jesus also had trouble explaining things to his parents. That they were like WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Oh you are a different one. you do your own thing. Maybe one day you'll learn.