Thursday, October 23, 2008

A Thousand Words Thursday

Cheaper Than Therapy


Here is my daughter, off to save the world!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

For all the moms out there...

I got this in an email from my mother-in-law:

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 and ask to be taken to the store - while I'm on the phone.

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.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is 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.
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 My Dear Friend, 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 legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit a 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.' 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, 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.

Great Job, MOM!

Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.
We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Country living...the unpleasant side...

First off, let me say that I LOVE living in the country...I think I have portrayed this feeling through all of my posts. However, just like everything else in this life there is some unpleasantries. This is harvest season. When you harvest acres and acres of corn, the wildlife that has been living in the field has to go somewhere. I speak specifically of mice. And anyone who has ever lived in the country for any length of time will tell you that you will have mice in the house on occasion, especially during harvest. I knew this. I was just not prepared as to how many there would actually be. We set traps when we started to notice that there seemed to be quite a few. Well, let me back up and say that we have tried every other way to catch/kill mice. We have tried poison, they just curl up in a dark corner and die and leave their wonderful scent behind. We have tried glue traps, not real effective when they chew through the trap to free themselves. We tried the enclosed traps, so that you do not see the mouse that you have just killed, but our mice are smarter than that, they somehow set off the traps, licked all the peanut butter out and left us to find the empty traps later...and now they won't even set, so I think they sabotaged the traps . So we decided to go back to the good old fashioned wood & metal spring-loaded mousetrap. We set several. Lets just say, you can't remake the mousetrap. It cannot be improved upon. It works perfectly! We caught...um...an undisclosed amount of mice in 24 hours time. More than I feel comfortable sharing with you. I will say that our mouse problem is now contained and under control! Yes, mice were harmed, and no, I really don't care...they chewed through my box of recipes and that is crossing the line.