Well… now that you all know, you’ll probably figure out that Mother’s Day can be a hard day for me.

And you know how the whole church service might be about moms? Try to be a secretly-infertile worship leader on that Sunday.

This year I won’t be leading worship. I’ll be doing my thing in the tech booth. Tucked away. Not worrying if anyone can read it on my face. (But, well-loved Chapel-people, please don’t get too huggy on Sunday. I gotta maintain my composure. I work there.)

And, don’t get too worried either, because I don’t think it’s going to hurt as bad this year. Let me tell you why.

I recently had a conversation with my mom that really changed things for me. We were in the car, and we often have our best conversations in the car. Takes me back to when I was a kid and we’d go shopping together and we’d talk in the car.

Anyway, we were talking about the “new” me. The “Post-Seminary” me. The “I’ve been through some tough stuff in the past few years” me… And, you know what she said to me? She said that she can tell all this crap has really changed me. That I came back from seminary a different person. A better person. A stronger person.

She said I came back as a woman.

I’m a woman. A woman.

And even though I’m not a mom, I can still be a woman. Because my mom said so.

With or without kids, that’s means a lot.