The temple is beautiful! I loved being able to take my kids to the temple, and letting them experience a little bit of the peace and calm you feel inside the temple.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
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.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - 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.
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.
I 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 theirwhole 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 God 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 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, 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 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 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.
Great Job, MOM! Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know. The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you. The Invisible Mother.
It's the things we achieve through God that gives us our joys in life.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
This is way past the point where I keep telling them to clean their rooms, and they keep ignoring me. Hopefully now it will be a bit easier to keep them clean!
Ethan's room before last Saturday:
Julia's room before last Saturday:
Ahhhh, much better! More pictures to come, we've been re-organizing the basement too!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Julia fishing for hearts
Making the Valentine mouse craft
Friday, February 13, 2009
The kids weren't sure they wanted to make these Valentine cookies, but I wanted to do something relating to Valentine's Day since it is this week...
I'd never been there before and I was really impressed by the size of the pool, and all of the amenities too.
You can barely see Julia, Claire, and Ethan
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Derek and I don't make it to very many concerts these days, so going to see Mindy Gledhill and the Thrillionaires was a special treat for us!
This sweet love song was one of my favorites of the night.
Claire and Jane were so cute up there singing with Mindy!
Julia and I love this song! (Golden Slumbers)
It was a wonderful night, and I hope it helped to raise some money for the Nielsons as well!
He told me he liked it more than Harry Potter- HUGE praise from this boy!
He finished the book in 3 days and can't wait for the next one to come out. Unfortunately the next book doesn't come out until September. My poor little bookworm just can't wait!
It is so fun seeing my handwriting when I type! If only I could figure out how to use it in blogger!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
have you all seen the Genius bar in Itunes?
I love it!
You enter a song you like and it gives you a playlist of other songs that are similar. Genuis? It just might be!