The Resumé

The Resumé

The Resumé

As the sculptor stands back and gazes at a block of marble his eyes see through the squared off edges and deep within the cold, textured stone to what the outer layers hold captive within. As he meticulously chisels away tap-by-tap and scrape-by-scrape he reveals a masterpiece that only his eyes alone could see and hands could reveal.

I feel like that statue trapped within. Part of me has been revealed through the Master’s hand, yet there is so much more to be chipped away before this masterpiece is complete.

I sit here trying to put a resumé together in hopes of gaining employment and feel a certain inadequacy in doing so. It is rather difficult to reveal just who I am and how I can benefit a company that may know nothing about me other than what I place on the written page. To the world I have been “just” a stay-at-home mom attending to the needs of children, family, and a household for the past eighteen years. The skills I have acquired in this profession are a great part of who I have become. They have helped me with patience, tolerance, anger, order, selfishness, love, friendship, pride . . . and the list could go on. To say to a potential employer, “Hey, look at me and all I am. I can offer so many great things if you would only give me the chance” does not meet most job requirements.

Interestingly enough, the word resumé shares the same spelling with resume defined as: “To begin to do or pursue something again after a pause or interruption.” I do not feel that raising a family has been in any way an interruption in my life. It has been, and will continue to be, the greatest purpose I have, but not the only purpose.

So, as I peek out of my block, only partially revealing who I am and what I can become, I hope that I will be valued when placed side by side with a much younger, more educated and better looking individual. For there really is a masterpiece within that will beautify this world when the dust settles and I have emerged from an imaginary block that conceals me.

In Other’s Words:

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

~ Michelangelo~

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