Tuesday, December 27, 2011

I Am "the Mom"

I have been a mama for 15 years and I have moments where the realization that I am "the Mom" still surprises me.  The weight and responsibility that come with being "the Mom" is often borderline unbearable.  (ha! Funny I said 'weight', true in more ways than one)  As "the Mom" we have the power of joy should we simply choose.  There are stories of adults looking back onto their childhood never having realized their lives were less than ideal.  The number one factor being "the Mom's" attitude.  It isn't always easy- heck it never is.
Christmas brought a few more truths about being 'the Mom'.  We have a brunch Christmas Eve with about 30 of our nearest and dearest.  The adults there are truly a hip bunch, even if I do say so myself.  This year though, I realized a few of our teenage children really don't see us as cool at all.  They do not care about our tattoos, style, art or the bands we might be in.  We are just their parents. It is their turn now and it is all ahead of them.  It is an adjustment I have anticipated and welcome.
Second Christmas I am 'the Mom' moment came Christmas Day. This is our families day to stay in our jammies, eat sweets and play with new toys while the TV is on.  Nobody is expected to do chores on Christmas-unless you are 'the Mom'.  Meals must be prepared and packaging materials need to be removed from the floor before someone gets lost in the living room.  If someone wet the bed for the second night in a row,  there is no ignoring that laundry.  This relaxing day can be exhausting for 'the Mom'.  It all reminded me of a story that circulated Facebook a while back.  (I like it, even though it is pretty cheesy in a Hallmark card kinda way.)

The Invisible Mother
author Unknown

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.

Disclaimer I am talking about mama's but there are papa's who also fill 'the Mom' role mentioned above, and some like my husband share in the responsibility.


  1. I have to say, you and your blog never fail to fill me with pride in my role as a Mother, just when I'm feeling disheartened or overwhelmed by the whole thing.

    Thank you


  2. My Mom always use to say..."because I am the Mom" to us kids when we protested about one thing or another... made me chuckle reading your "the Mom" post!


  3. Lovely post! I'm not a mother, but I did forward this to my mom and my mother-in-law.

  4. merry christmas and happy new year...to the mom! lovely post...and girl amen i hear ya...how are things going with your home church? i will have to snoop around to see a few posts...loved your tree skirt...huggs Cat

  5. What a lovely post :) this used to be so true of my mother (I am one of 4) and I guess it still is.

  6. Thanks so much for posting this. I'm a mum of 2 little boys, and what you wrote is so true. :)

  7. Great post, it is so funny to think of ourselves as the "grown ups"! I was very strict with my daughter, she wasn't allowed to roam free in high school like many of her peers were. When her friends would meet me though, they would tell her I was "so cool" with my tats, converse, etc but my daughter would roll her eyes!!

  8. What a beautiful post I am not a 'Mom' but I hear ya!


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