I got an e-mail about how invisible mothers are but they compared them to the articets that built great historical cathedrals. They dedicated a lifetime of fine craftsmanship to make those masterpieces, and yet we've already forgot who they are. Supposedly one worker spent days carving a tiny bird in one of the beams. When asked why he put so much detail into the bird that no one would ever see, being covered by the roof since it was a beam, he said "but God will see it.".
That's not the same thing as living vicariously through your children, not even close. Raising children is meaningful work. Surprisingly the one who convinced me was my brother. He asked what I was going to do when he heard I was going to stay home and raise babies. He said, "well that's important." without a hint of irony in his tone of voice.
Everybody else reduces it's value, saying things like "you save your family money", or "as long as you're the best housewife/SAHM you can be", or "hothousing your kids..".
None of that has the same ring of truth as when my brother told me, "well that's important."
Still perusing and persuing my extracurricular activities online and in print. The only difference is my social skills. I can't seem to shake off my mommy voice the once a week or so I'm around adults, lol. That's fine, I was self- conscious about it, but I think that's normal.
