"You're Not a Mother Yet!"
Some eleven years ago my wife Becca and I entered a church on a fine Sunday morning. It was Mother's Day, and the local K of C were passing out carnations to all the moms. It was sort of a big moment for us. You see, Becca was obviously pregnant. There was no hiding the fact. It was her first Mother's Day as a mother. We approached the man passing out flowers in the back foyer. I asked for a carnation for Becca. The man looked at Becca, at me, and then back at Becca, before shouting, "You're not a mother yet!" No carnation for Becca. Whatever. This man was a nut, and certainly didn't represent the church we were attending. The blame is on him. I can imagine this man as the Gospel is read by a priest: A pregnant Elizabeth comments to the pregnant Mary, "Why am I so honoured, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?" The man shouts out from the pew: "She's not a mother YET!" Never mind. We are approaching another Mother'...