A Tribute to Mothers

My friend, Linda, passed this along to me. I am not sure who wrote it, but I think it is a wonderful statement about motherhood. If you know who I should credit for this, please let me know!

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.
>
>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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