Am I Invisible? I Hope So.

This was a reprint from a friend who sent this to me.  It is about Mothers.  But I’d also like to say it is about anyone who has done for another without expecting anything in return.  Moms come in all shapes, sizes and colors.  You can be a mom without ever having children.  We can all make a difference in someone else’s life each day.  I hope while reading this you can feel the love someone shared with you when you weren’t looking. It sure hits home with me, as I can remember thinking this so many times when my children were growing up.

I would also like to dedicate this to all of the mother’s who helped raise me, whether you were a parent, foster parent, grandparent, teacher, friend or mentor.  And to those who still mentor me and help encourage me to grow.

A true giver is one who gives without needing or wanting to be acknowledged.

Photo of mother and child and textThe  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 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 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.

Share this with all the  Invisible Moms you know… I just did.

The Will of God will never  take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

To all the  wonderful mothers out there!! God bless and keep you.

Author: Unknown but not forgotten.

This blog was written by Sandra LoCastro (

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