To EVERY mother out there, I hope you will take a minute and read this passage. It is a little long, trust me, its worth it. This is long but SO worth the read...THE INVISIBLE MOTHER It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while Im on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside Im thinking, Cant you see Im on the phone? Obviously not; no one can see if Im on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. Im invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days Im not a pair of hands; Im not even a human being. Im a clock to ask, What time is it? Im a satellite guide to answer, What number is the Disney Channel , Im a car to order, Right around 5:30, please. Some days Im a crystal ball; Wheres my other sock?, Wheres my phone?, Whats for dinner? I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history, music and literature -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. Shes going, shes going, shes gone! One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, I brought you this. It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasnt exactly sure why shed given it to me until I read her inscription: With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees. In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1.) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. 2.) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3.) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4.) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, Because God sees. I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness youve done, no sequin youve sewn on, no cupcake youve baked, no hockey/soccer/piano/Scout/school meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you cant see right now what it will become. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I dont want my son to tell the friend hes bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, My Mom gets up at four in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table. That would mean Id built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, hed say, Youre gonna love it there! As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if were doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers. Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did. The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you. To all the wonderful mothers out there God bless and keep you!
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 13:39:53 +0000
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