The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old
before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything
could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught
them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog,
and do their homework and brush their teeth.
The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be
lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and
the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and
covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near and no harm can come." And the morning came, and there was a
hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother as weary.
But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are
there."
So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the
storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but
most of all ....unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at
night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the
last,for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on
to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their
strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a
shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of
my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my
children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can
their children after them."
And the children said,"You will always walk with us Mother, even w hen you
have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone and the gates closed
after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A
Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you
pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're
not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is
the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is
Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love,
hate,anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow..... and all the while,
hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even
your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not
space...............not even death!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments
that take our breath away."
Life's a journey, enjoy the ride.
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