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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A migraine and the Gynecologist!

Hey Ladies,,

On top of sitting here drinking my coffee, fighting a migraine and stressing about seeing my gynecologist today, I was stressing about a topic to write about. I was also trying to pencil in a time to write it.. I have so much to do today. Finish laundry, clean the house, go to the Gynecologist, get Gracie a Princess costume for school tomorrow, (which may include getting to a dollar store) Fill her "sound bag" with household items beginning with the letter W(suggestions appreciated!), and figure out a quick dinner because we have to be in Kitchener tonight..  (Poor me eh?)

It was in the middle of this stressing, that I received the below email from my mom..
Before reading it, please know that although I was raised Catholic, I am not practicing and I don't have a strong religious belief.. I would tend to call myself more spiritual. So, please know that I am not posting this because of the religious meaning behind it. I just really think that it is something we should all read.
I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did. I think that I'll read it every time I'm having one of "these" days!!
Have a great day ladies and wish me luck, I'm going to the doc to discuss NEVER GETTING PREGNANT AGAIN and what my options are!! We'll discuss the results tomorrow!

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 whispering, '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.


Sadie said...

Much more elegant than my Cinderella-sentiment, and more uplifting too!

On the no more baby issue - I frequently tell my husband that I carried, birthed and nursed the babies, so now it is his turn to step up to the plate! ;-)

Victoria said...

Thank you for this Sarah, very touching. I emailed it to my Mom, posted it on FB, and sent it to a couple friends who work day in and day out on building their "cathedrals" without anyone noticing.

Mrs.Moose said...

Loved your blog today Sarah! Makes a stressful day all WORTH it!
As for the doc appt....nothin for YOU to figure out....just tell Peter to suck it up. His "junk" will recover!

Sarah said...

Oh but Sadie,, I love your Cinderella sentiment!! I still have to share that with the ladies!!
I'm glad all of you ladies enjoyed this, it definitely helps to make "these" days/months all worth it!!

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