Sunday, May 11, 2008

For moms and aunts and godmothers.....

Happy Mom's Day!! This was in an email sent to me by my oldest best friend, Liz. It's a bit long, but I loved it and cried and wanted to share it with all of you! Have a blessed day!!

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 summa cum laude - 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. 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 as 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 ownself-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. Great Job, MOM! Share this with all the Invisible Moms, and aunts, and godmothers you know.



PS My mom is still healing, but in lots of pain! Keep praying! My son is graduated from college and I'm so proud! My DH is coordinating a big Mom's day brunch at church and I am so exhausted from his coordinating efforts! I've all but finished grading my grad students final projects and I think there's a faint light at the end of the tunnel! Busy days! Promise to post soon!

6 comments:

  1. Thank you, Kim, for such wonderful tribute to all invisible mums!

    Glad your mum is on the mend! It will be a long road but His grace is abundant. Keep trusting and pressing on! I'll keep praying for y'all.

    Happy Mother's Day, dear one! Now, don't get too exhausted from his coordinating :)

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  2. Kim, so pleased to hear that your Mum is on the mend, even though it will take a while for her to be 100%. Take care of yourself and don't run yourself too ragged.

    Belated Mother's Day wishes - our Mother's Day in the UK is in March !

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  3. Kim, this is a wonderful post, thanks for sharing! Glad to hear your mom is slowly getting better!

    *STAMPIN HUGS* Alex

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  4. Kim - I am so glad your mother is on the mend...what a scary time...thank goodness for faith that gives us strength, and for a Father who walks with us through these times of need...Prayers are still a'coming....

    also wanted to thank you for sharing that post...beautiful!

    ((()))maureen

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  5. Kim, thank you for your sweet comments on my blog! :-) Prayers are being said for you and your mom from Texas. Hugs!!

    Holly

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  6. Thank you, Kim, for this reminder; it touched my heart.

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