Monday, October 20, 2008

For all my Mom Friends

A friend forwarded this to me and I really loved the sentiment and thought I would share w/ all of you.

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 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.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the

eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude

- but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be

seen again. She's going; she's going; she is 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 wasn't exactly sure why she'd 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:

No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of

their names.

These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.

They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

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 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,

Charlotte. 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, 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.'



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 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 three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'

That would mean I'd 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, '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 women.

2 comments:

Martinez Family said...

WOW AMAZING! I love it:) Thank you so much for sharing!! Truly Inspirational!

Butler Family said...

That was what I needed!! Amazing!!