Thursday, December 16, 2010
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For All the Parents, Care Givers, and Others Who Work Quietly in the Background!
A dear, sweet friend of mine sent this to me! I needed to read it again tonight! I try to be the best moma I can be but sometimes it gets a little overwhelming...My sweet little one (the one who jumped on the 4-year-old boy- read below) came up to me and said hold me. I got to rock him to sleep!! It was so wonderful! Thank God for my wonderful boys!! I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I have!!
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 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 fueled 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.
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 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 fueled 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.
It doesn't pay to be the bully on the playground!
This is for all your moms out there that are living with adventorous children.
I have those kind of adventurous children.
Now dont get my wrong I love my boys! Besides the gift of Jesus Christ and each other, they are the best things my husband and I have ever received. They are loving, kind, and adorable. Simply the best things in the world. But they are adventurous....
My husband often doesn't understand the insanity I feel as I stay with my kids 24 hours a day while he goes to work. I wouldn't (and couldn't) change places with him even if that were possible. I have the best job in the world raising my two boys. BUT...they are into everything. So today my husband got a little taste of the experience on the playground! Bless him!!
I was taking my $10 off $20 coupon to Sears and he decided he would wait at the mall playground area with our two boys who are almost 4 and 2. I almost laughed out loud when he suggested the idea, but I hurried into Sears before he changed his mind.
As soon as I start walking out the door of Sears my husband grabs up the boys shoes and says let's go. I could tell he was a little stressed, but I thought nothing of it and figured he was just nervous about getting to work. I even asked him was everything ok. We quickly went back into Sears to look at something I wanted to show him and about 20 minutes later we were in the truck. My 4-year-old calmly educates me that my little one had scratched up a 4-year-old on the playground. I was shocked, but my husband was like I was going to tell you later. JH went on the to give me more details...my husband was trying to tell me what that he was going to tell me later...
Apparent there was an almost 4-year-old boss at the playground and he keep telling my oldest child (and others) he couldn't play on things and getting in his face. We have worked really hard to get our son to control his temper, so he stayed calmed and tried to stay out of his way, BUT the next time he told my son he couldn't play my little 2-year-old jumped on him and started trying to scratch his face. I guess he wasn't putting up with anyone picking on his brother. My husband said the other little boy was a crying and crying and my little 2 year old looked at him so innocently. Now I don't agree with my 2-year-old, but I guess the moral of the story is stop trying to be the boss all the time!! HAHA!! Someone will get tired of it...even if it is a 2-year-old.
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