The Joy of Being The Invisible Mum

by NICOLE JOHNSON

Invisible Mother Poem by Nicole Johnson

Invisible Mother Poem by Nicole Johnson

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 somewhere. 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 working, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. “I am the invisible Mum”. 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” - when you have to make food for us.

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 and cereal box never to be seen again. She's going, she's going... she is gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from a trip abroad. 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. 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 their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.


  • They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.


  • The passion of their building was fuelled 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?"

    The workman then 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 for myself. I just want him to want to come home. 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. 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.

    Share this with all the Invisible Mums you know... I just did.

    The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

    To all the wonderful mothers out there!! God bless and keep you.
    It is a huge joy and a huge privilege to be a mum.

    Nicole Johnson is an Author and also Miss America 1999.

    Read the complete "Invisible Mother Poem" in Nicole Johnson's book: INVISIBLE WOMAN




    Another Great Read By The Same Author is:

    Keeping a Princess Heart In a Not-So-Fairy-Tale World






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    May 12, 2015
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    Interesting
    by: Rayiz

    This post on the book named the invisible woman seems to be very interesting. I would like to know more about this book and the author of the book. Could you please share more details on the book?

    Oct 07, 2012
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    Another Invisible Mum In Tears
    by: Anonymous

    This is just so beautiful. I had to choke back the tears a few times... and then let rip! Aren't we all doing this or similar each and every day and wondering "What for?" Well thank you! I loved the answer to this pulsing question within me! I am for sure buying this book to find the MORE my motherly heart is aching and deserving an answer for.

    May 05, 2012
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    Awesome Writing, Awesome Joy, Awesome Author
    by: Mary-Jane

    I have read this book, it will touch every mum's heart in a soul gratifying way. I have actually forgotten about this book and this post took me straight back to my bookshelf to go find it. Thank you.

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