There's a girl who no one sees
There's a girl who's left alone
There's a heart that beats in silence
For the life she's never known
For the life she's never known~~~There's A Girl; Secret Garden
As a Man, and a Son, the two submissions below, is my humble way
of saying thank you from the bottom of my Heart for the VIRTUE that constitutes
Motherhood. And what really needs to be recognized is that so much of Motherhood
is applied without recognition, or grand-standing. It is instead often done from
the silence of an unconditionally Loving Heart. As The Gospels in the New Testament
reflect on The Virgin Mary, in her roll as the Mother of Jesus Christ, she kept her thoughts and feelings...within the silence, of Her Heart.
Below is included two pieces of prose that was forwarded to
me in an email~~~some time ago. I thought these to be most fitting tributes to Womanhood; Motherhood. Motherhood is the very bedrock of our species, beginning with the creation, and then the nurturing of her offspring. These are reflections of this most precious gift; Motherhood.
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men...
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in...
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend..
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT [WE] FORGET THEIR WORTH.
The second submission of prose is an expression of my devotion and admiration to Mothers, and their gift to us~~~Motherhood. I see Motherhood portrayed in the metaphor in which she is erecting a Cathedral. One may not fully appreciate it, because it is not seen in its whole; in its entirety. As well, it may not be recognized for the grandeur of its scale for a generation, or so. But in this length of time,there is recognized the legacy of how the influences of the artisan, Mother, gets passed along. To subsequent generations, Mother, is credited for making a rich and colorful family-tree; a rich and colorful Cathedral.
">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, devoured - 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 going to 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.
Great Job, MOM!
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will
not protect you.
To all the wonderful mothers out there:
"Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it, is what makes the difference."
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Hickok
The Promise
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Hickok
The Promise
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