WOF

This weekend I went with my mommy group and a few other friends to Women of Faith. I was a little sad that I would be missing Ian's first school play on Friday but as it turns out, he came down with a fever the night before I left so he missed his first play. The morning I left for WOF, Ian's fever was almost 103 and it was hard for me to leave him sick but he was in good hands with his daddy. The thing that drew me to going to WOF was that Steven Curtis Chapman would be performing. He is one of my top favorite artists and it has been a long time since I've seen him in concert (probably 1990 and he had a mullet:) I absolutely loved his performance and of course cried as he shared what he and his family have been through. I enjoyed the other speakers and performers as well. There is something reassuring for me to see other people in my profession struggling through issues of their own. I often feel like a therapist is supposed to have it all together; I feel like the cardiologist who weighs 300lbs and is telling their patients to lose weight. But as one of my grad. school professors said, I am a wounded healer and it was helpful to hear from other wounded healers at the conference. I had a great time getting away with friends and I'm wondering, when do I get to go again?