"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 am thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not; no one can see if I am 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 am invisible. The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more; can you fix this? Can you tie that? Can you open this? Can you get that?
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and 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, going, 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 looking put together so well. It was hard not to compare or feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; It was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled back in a clip and I was afraid that I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought this for you."
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 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 a life-changing truth, 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 to a project they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. the passion of their building was fueled by their faith that 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. He saw a workman carving a tiny bird into the side 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 relied, "Because God sees it."
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 everyday, 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 seems 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-centring's. It is the antidote for 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 they will never see finished. To work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went on so far as to say that no great 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 kids to tell the friends that they bring home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes home-made pies, and then she hand bastes the turkey for three hours, and then she presses the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want them to want to come home. . . and then, if there is anything more to say to his friends, I'd be happy with a, "you're going to love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals.We cannot be seen if we are 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."
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