>
> 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 me a question.
>
> In side 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 around5:30, 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 herinscription:
>
> '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 life time 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.
>
> Great Job, MOM!
> Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I
> just did.
>
> Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough
> as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished
> products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.
>
>
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Fwd: The invisible Mom... this is beautiful and I thought you'd enjoy it.
The post in which I reveal myself as a true "only" child
well as turn taking is way over rated....ahhh to prepare a meal minus
the war over starfall....
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The post in which I vent....and wish for SERENITY now(if you know where that quip is from, you rock btw)
promise to come again tomorrow morning....serenity now!!
So...the boss had his first time out...I simply cannot keep him off
the table...and said time__didn't work.... of course not you are
thinking ... But I felt it may be worth a try....serenity now!!
So...my bread didn't rise....yes I make this bread 2-3 times a
week...never had this happen before...serenity now!!
So...there is nothing in the fridge that will please my
palate...serenity now!!
So..I ought to get over it...okay I choose serenity now... Okay...
Forgive my rant...it's all in the way you look at it right?..
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redo
So, I will have the www tomorrow....hooray!!!
So, my baby is growing and learning.... This is actually a great sign
of health ...he is a fully functioning well developed 13 month
old....hooray!!!
So, I am not a perfect baker... I always love a challenge...It hasn't
happened since I began baking it so chances are I have a good year
before I happens again...hooray !!!
So...I am lucky enough to have book club tonight ... And there are
always treats...good ones too....it will definatley make up for a sub
par dinner...hooray !!
{ poor baby he hated that time out.. Then I took a pic...I vow not to
take a pic of such sadness again}
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The post in which I describe how I will justify my actions this day
I spent the day devouring this book...yes I called my own type of "snow day"
This book was worth one day education-less, as it were...Liam was very put out to be missing school today.. but he relaxed a bit when I explained school would commence as usual tomorrow morning.
This book has a strong recomendation from yours truly
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The post in which I divolge the romantic evening the Mr. & I shared this VALINETINE's day
prepared to celebrate our love for our children} as we hunted for good
sushi around 8 pm
We cried....that verizon could not be courtous enough to give us the
correct installation information
We dined....On scrumptious sushi, in bed after delivering our children
to dreamland{as is our babysitter-less date custom}
We dreamed....of the day that will come all too soon,when babysitter-
less will mean nothing & we will instead be longing to be the
babysitter's { that is after our world travel plans have been satisfied}
Monday, February 16, 2009
No soup for you...
cookies for the verizon man....however since he has yet to show.... I
think not
A bit of good news however is that my iPhone rocks!!! I am getting the
hang of blogging from it!
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