Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mothers Day

Hello, and Happy Mothers Day  to all my blogging Friends. I hope this post finds you all well and happy!

If you have some time read the beautiful story at the bottom of this post. I read it over at Susan's blog  and though it was amazing.

This is going to be a short post today (well sort of))??
It's noon and I just got out of bed (Yippee)! I woke up earlier a couple times and would read for a bit then fall back to sleep. I guess I needed that! Jeff's still sleeping! I guess he did too! He took his test yesterday for a Bio Medical Certification over at Cal State LA about 1 1/2 hours away. I was checking out the text and oh my goodness there is a formula on how to calculate voltage and watts? Yikes! It looked Greek to me. It was a 3 hour test and he felt he did well on it! We will know how he did with in the month! More Prayers Please.

Today we are going to go and buy a refrigerator for the new place so we can give J our old one. Jeff gave me a bouquet of beautiful flowers and I asked to be taken out for Mexican food today for an early dinner! No cooking if I can get away with it.
I love getting flowers and he does it a lot!
Here are pictures of a couple of the cards I made.

I made several thank you cards for the guests who purchased at the last class my Hostess Sandy held. I always leave them a little something in their bags to say thank you and perhaps inspire them to create something new with their products.

I read this story over at Susan  Blog

**The Invisible Mother **
(Author Unknown)
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 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, 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 three 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.

Happy Mothers Day and my God Bless you and your invisible creations. I am inspired and in awe by you all!

1 comment:

Carey said...

What beautiful flowers!! Jeff did a great job. Where did you go out for Mexican? Was it that place in the plaza next to where the stamping store used to be in Elsinore? I loved that place. My fingers and toes are crossed Jeff passed the test. Great card my friend. Hugs and Happy Mother's Day to you. The step kids took the evil stepmom and the real mom out to lunch. The meal was great.

Carey and Roscoe