Once in a while my wonderful Grandma Barbara will send emails that are always a special little note for the day-I love getting them. Today however I really loved this email she passed along. Enough to want to post it on this blog for others to read also.
Its for all you mothers who feel like you are living in the movie "groundhog Day!" . It really changed my perspective. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Love you Grandma!
Invisible Mom
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, theway one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone andask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, “Can't you see I'm onthe 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 asatellite 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, and 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 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 up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, whenJ anice 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 buildingwhen 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 whichI 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 theirfaith 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 becovered 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, 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 thatdegree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he'sbringing home from college for Thanksgiving, “My Mom gets up at four in themorning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey forthree hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I'dbuilt 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, “'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.
Played in toontown, took a look at the rollercoaster...Paige wouldnt go near it, actually we didnt want to either-the line was way too long :)
We couldnt miss Aladdin-nice to sit for 30 minutes :)
While waiting for Paige and Craig who were in line for Bumper bugs - Mason and I had fun with the camera, he was being so funny making these Ninja Moves!
Paige and Daddy on her 1st official height requirement ride at Disneyland!!! While all her friends can ride Soarin and rollercoasters, (sorry paige you got the short stick) She finally has made it onto Bugs land bumper bugs!! WOO HOO!
Mason is 6 Months old today!!! He is so much fun. Laughing and screaming all the time. Such a good baby! With Paige I couldnt wait for her to do the next "milestone" but with Mason I just want to keep him my baby boy as long as I can! 
