A friend recently forwarded an email to me titled "The Invisible Mother," a short essay comparing the tireless and often thankless job of a mother to the builders of Europe's great cathedrals. Both give their whole lives for a work they will never see finished, both make sacrifices and expect no credit, and both are fueled in their passion by the faith that the eyes of God see every detail. The writer of the essay was inspired by the thought that our endless efforts in motherhood, invisible as they may seem, are worth it and can make an enriching life.
For many of us, the way we choose to hold our invisibility at bay is by creating something tangible. For me, my days often end with knitting - my love of fiber and the need to do something relaxing end up producing something I can hold and look at. Nobody will know how many times I swept under the high chair that day, or how many toys I picked up, or how many times I tried to coax a "please" or "more" or "sorry" out of my 5 year old. But a darling, handmade infant hat? That you can see.
I start new projects every day, and my 10 year old does the same. In this process of creating (and yes, often not finishing our projects!) we connect with each other and a bigger picture of ourselves in the process. My plan for this blog is to share the projects that excite me and bring some accessible proof of my existence in this invisible world of mothering!
So, this blog is dedicated to the mothers out there whose days are filled with the minutia of tasks that build our children and our families. I often tell people that I haven't decided what I want to be when I grow up. But for now, I am the builder of a great cathedral. With every shoelace tied, lunch packed, and forehead kissed, I build.
And I can hardly wait to create something new...
Friday, April 22, 2011
One of Those Days
Back at home, Brynn gravitated into the craft room and discovered the blocked sweater - aka, sharp pins that are fun to pull out. YIKES! So, I quick put on Elmo and started pulling pins out of the dry sweater to make the room safe again. That's when I noticed that several of the pins had RUSTED overnight and left brown marks on the lace sweater. WHAT the WHAT? These particular pins are especially made so as NOT to rust, and are the recommended brand used by most knitters. It must have been a bum batch, and because I have no idea which pins are from the new batch and which are from my good batch, they will all have to be pitched. I called the store where they were purchased, and they are sending me a new set of $3 pins. Because that makes up for it, apparently. I tried dish soap and water (as suggested) to remove the rust spots - no luck. So I sprayed them with Oxy spot remover and crossed my fingers.
After a quick shower, Brynn and I rushed off to Gymboree and then the grocery store. Rainy, icky, wet. I put the groceries away, then returned a call to Brynn's Speech Therapist, who sadly informed me that she has given notice and won't be working with us after next week. Sniff, sniff!! (We love you, Becky!) And that has been my morning.
Sadly, the Oxy made no dent on the rusty spots, which did not get hidden quite as well as I'd hoped as I sewed the sweater's seams this afternoon. I added the edging along the front and neckline, but the little edging scallop won't be noticeable until it is blocked again, and I'm afraid to use any of my pins! So, tomorrow I'll buy new pins and buttons and Rowan will be able to wear her new sweater for Easter, rusty stains and all. *sigh*
On a happier note, I picked up the cotton I had originally purchased for the baby-sweater-that-did-not-happen and started a washrag with it. Mom gave me an awesome book called "Knitting Block by Block" by Nicky Epstein and I have been wanting to try some of the patterns! This one is a simple square divided into 4 sections that twist out from the middle. You can't see the pattern really emerging yet, but it will get there. :)
OH! And the squirrels and birds have officially found our new bird feeder! The birds didn't stay long enough for a picture, but Mr. Bushy Tail did...