This is something I meant to re-blog a while ago … a call to be aware of others in their own feelings of being invisible, a call to reach out and CARE. ‘What you did for the least of these, you did for ME.’
Never have I felt more invisible than after I delivered my second child and spent an afternoon at the mall with my gorgeous girlfriend. (Talk about self sabotage.) Here I am around 4 weeks post delivery with a nursing tent hanging around my neck to conceal the wet marks on my chest looking like bulls eyes, chasing my busy 22 month old, while keeping my newborn shushed….a red hot smoking mess I was. Here’s the invisible part, because I’m sure everyone and their relatives witnessed my “hotness” as I was chasing my boy, trying not to make the evening news!!!
We walked into a store and my friend watched my kiddies as I shopped. I was struck and rather hurt at the non responsiveness of the store clerk. It’s always been super easy for me to strike up a conversation with anyone and if we talk long enough, there are sure…
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