We’ve all heard this statement, maybe even dismissed it as another oft-quoted cliché. Intellectually, I know it’s not all about me. But if I’m honest, I can get so focused on to-do lists, goals and schedules that I can drift into thinking the world does, in fact, revolve around me and my needs.

That it does not was brought home recently in a surprising—and rather amusing–way. Our firstborn got married last Saturday, which was a wonderful thing, complete with beautiful celebration. His new bride is lovely and we couldn’t be happier for both of them.

But two weeks before the wedding, my daughter (one of the bridesmaids) and I went to the bride-recommended alternations shop to have our dresses hemmed. There was lots of activity in this tiny building, people rushing to and fro, frantic coming and going.

It's Not All About Me

Our “It’s Not All About Me” Dresses

We stood off to the side in our gowns, awaiting our turn. Finally, the owner waved me over and told me to step up onto a box in the middle of the room, facing the large mirror. She waved a hand in my direction and barked, “So, who are you in this wedding?”

Startled by her abrupt tone I said, “I’m the mother of the groom.” She flapped a dismissive hand and declared, “Oh, you don’t matter. You’re nobody in this wedding.”

My daughter and I exchanged raised eyebrows and the lady realized maybe that didn’t come out quite right. Or maybe she decided that wasn’t the right phrasing to use on a paying customer. Another hand flap. “Well, you know what I mean. The bride matters. And her mother matters. The groom’s mother…(hand flap) doesn’t matter.”

My daughter and I grinned at each other and I nodded solemnly at the woman. “Yes, I know. I am well aware I don’t matter in this wedding.”

We’ve been chuckling about that ever since because it was such a stark reminder, such an unexpected put-me-in-my-place moment. My daughter said it was like a cosmic thwack on the forehead, a not-so-subtle reminder from God that even when you’re standing on a box in the center of the room, unless it’s your wedding day, it’s really not all about you.

Do we all matter? Of course. Do we all have incredible value? No question. But we are not the sun around which our loved ones orbit.

We all have our parts to play in this great symphony called life. We may get assigned the occasional solo, but for the most part, we’re members of the orchestra. Mostly unnoticed, but infinitely important. Whether in the spotlight or behind the scenes, showing up and performing our part to the best of our ability is what makes this piece called life work and blend as it’s designed to do.

So when I look at the wedding photos, not only will I think about how much I love my family, but I will also be reminded that it’s not all about me.

How about you? Have you ever had a reminder like this one? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.