Have you ever thought about all the things you want to do, experience, or get before you leave this earth!? I have! I made a bucket list and so far it has 32 things on it!! I feel sure the list will grow but it's a good start!! Interestingly enough, many of the things have to do with our house, many of the things have to do with my kids and many of the things are places I wanna go!! And you can bet Disney is on there!! Ha! I hope much of it happens before I get tooooo old if The Lord is willing!! Then again 32 things is not much at all!
What do you want to do before you leave!?
For some reason I had this idea, that as children leave the home, we would spend less on groceries! Yesterday, I bought a gallon of milk and this morning it's gone! The other thing that is quite fun is, I never know who's gonna be at our house on the couch when I wake up. We constantly have people here that hang out with our kids and just randomly show up to eat with us! #feedthenation hahaha!!! Really, it's a blessing!! I want all my kids friends to "experience" a good time when they come here and have good food! I read the article below and it made a lot of sense! Hahah!!
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.
invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands,
nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie t his? 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,
I was certain that these were the hands that
once held these tiny creatures, brushed their hair, eased their pain,
but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She’s going, she’s going,e’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. 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 .
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 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 their
faith that the eyes of d 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 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 everyday, 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 a s 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 child to tell the friend he’s bringing home for Christmas, "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 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.
Oh, we have been having fun too, making some origami's (folding paper to make shapes) and getting in some Redhawk baseball!