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    Default Ever felt like you are invisible? (long)

    A friend sent me this and I just had to share it with other moms. I know I for one feel like this a lot and it really touch me:

    Invisible Moms

    I'm invisible. 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 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'm invisible.

    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 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

    * These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see

    * They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their
    building was fuelled 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

    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 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 going
    to 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.

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    That was lovely.
    Lori, Momma to Malcolm and Ben

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    What a great post. Thanks so much for sharing it!

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    Wow .. that is so so true Thank you

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