I just love this!!!!!Hope all U Mothers will like it too!!!! 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. > > > > I was certain that these were the hands that once held > > books and the eyes that studied history and the mind > > that graduated summa cum laude - 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. > > Janice 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 Janice 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: To Charlotte, 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 legendary story 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 bi rd > > 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, Charlotte. 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, 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. > > > > At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. > > But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It > > is the cure for the disease of my own > > self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, > > stubborn pride. 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 4 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 shrine or > > 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, to add, 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 > > women. > > > > Love to every one of you!
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 05:21:45 +0000
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