Skip to main content
The Invisible Mother
by Nicole Johnson



it's totally worth 6 minutes of your time...specially if you're a mom of several.





Thanks Sharon for posting this...it's like it was meant just for me! And, like, the gazillion n' one other mommies feeling depleted today!



Labels

Labels:

Comments

Anonymous said…
WOW! What an awesome message. I really needed to hear that today. Thanks for sharing!!
Marcia
August 15, 2009 at 9:10 AM
Anonymous said…
I saw her do this in person last year at a Women of Faith conference. Talk about a 'boost' - recommend this conference. After Monday, of course. Barbara
August 15, 2009 at 1:56 PM
Colby said…
This was GREAT! I have LOTS of moms to share this with...Thanks!
August 15, 2009 at 7:06 PM
MJStump said…
Thanks so much for sharing that! I think that is something all mom's need to hear.

I've only got one little one, but yesterday was such a hard, long day. That message just puts things in perspective and reminds us what being a mom is about, who it is for, and how blessed we are to be moms...especially for the days when we really do feel invisible and not so mom- like or even people-like on some days.

Sending this to all moms..thanks so much!

Jody :)
August 17, 2009 at 5:18 AM
JSmith5780 said…
Just wanted to say I LOVE the new picture you have up of Toby :)
August 17, 2009 at 5:48 AM
Mama Skates said…
no prob sweets - i needed 2 hear it too!
August 17, 2009 at 7:38 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
Ok, you got the tears flowing on that one, but I SOOOOO needed it!! Thanks for posting it!
August 17, 2009 at 11:54 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

No, I don’t know him personally

  I’ve had several emails today asking if I know Mike W. of Marissa’s Bunny personally.    Trevy’s blog was linked on her site.  Although it’s not now.     I’ve posted here and there at his request.  Because…well…we’re a community.  Us IS families.  And Marissa is wicked cute.  Her daddy has a way with words.  Also who wouldn’t want the world to know about an iPad give-away?    But aside from that…I know about as much as you do.    We’ve never met in person.    Our only communication has been cyber.    I’m a ginormous sap and as such would love to believe that all is right.  That the sweet, beautiful families who were promised iPads will be getting them tonight.  Tomorrow at the latest.  That no one has been lied to.  That the personal thank you for your generosity email I sent him on behalf of other IS families I’ve grown to love and was thrilled to learn w...
23 comments
Read more

I was talking about you today

That's right. You. Sitting there glued. To the computer screen. Getting your Trevy fix. You who hasn't been able to tear your eyes away. The one who checks back here gobs of times a day. Hanging on every post. Especially the dripping with drama or funny posts. Because you need to either laugh or cry alternately. Just like me. And somewhere...sometime...somehow...over the course of these past couple years... ...you found yourself here. Reading about me. About my family. About my Trevy. And slowly you were drawn in. Until you couldn't help yourself. You were head over heels. Unashamedly addicted. Maybe we connected in a support forum. Perhaps we're old college friends. I know we have family following. Hi guys! Some teachers and therapists. Maybe even a medical professional or two. Perhaps our kids play ball together. We might be FaceBook friends. Or you could be a friend of a friend. Even a complete stranger. But to us... you each have a very special pla...
16 comments
Read more

runaway

I tend to be a live out loud kinda girl. But sometimes... well...sometimes life is just so heavy. So intense. So overwhemling. That it brings out the recluse in me. Like lately. The thing is...I know it'll pass. It always does. And I'll learn something. Grow. Hopefully. Survive. Certainly. Because I have to. It's just right now. In this particular heavy moment. I would much rather run away to some tropical paradise and sip martinis until Jonathan calls to tell me Trevy's back at home. Happy. And seizure free. With a new head of curls covering the scar and bouncing around the house. I am a coward after all. I've never denied that. And I really don't want to live through this next month. Which is probably why my posts will be random. At best.
15 comments
Read more