Invisible Mother

I saw this on another forum that I’m a member of and
thought I’d share it here!

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 I’m on the phone and ask to be
taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on the phone?’

Obviously not; no one can see if I’m 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. I’m 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 I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human
being. I’m a clock
to ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to
answer, ‘What number is
the Disney Channel?’ I’m a car to order, ‘Right
around 5:30, please.’

Some days I’m a crystal ball; ‘Where’s my other
sock?, Where’s my phone?,
What’s 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. She’s going, she’s
going, she’s 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 wasn’t exactly
sure why
she’d 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 fuelled 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 you’ve
done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve
baked, no Cub Scout
meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to
notice and smile over.
You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t 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 don’t want my son to tell the
friend he’s
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 3
hours and presses all the linens for the table.’ That would mean I’d
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, he’d say, ‘You’re gonna love
it
there…’

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot
be seen if we’re
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.

 

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