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...
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Then we waited for the guests! The two girls arrived first, and then Ms. Bosworth (our guest of honor!) pulled up and the 3 girls flew out the front door and ran to greet her with hugs at the curb. (And me without my camera ready!) After a couple minutes of welcome, we got ready for tea.
Everyone oohed and ahhed over the cake, but I had to laugh because none of the girls wanted to eat any, and Rowan said she would eat some "to be polite." HA! They loved the cookies and fruit and chocolate, as well as the pink lemonade we served. They talked Ms. Bosworth's ear off for sure!
Rowan had created a game (Pin the Lid on the Teapot - she really loves to create these blindfold-pin up games!) and after tea and chatting we all played. (Note the lid she made for the "Geust of honor.")
Filled with sugar, the girls started making up games with the blindfold scarf and ended up being rowdy in the basement while Ms. Bosworth and I chatted a bit more. 4pm came pretty quickly, and then the party dispersed. Good times! And lucky, the roofers took a siesta from 1:30 to 5 that day, so no banging!