"YOUR MOTHER"
A
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
was 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 even as she scolded them the love was there.
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 the 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 knew, "You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when 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!
NEVER
TAKE YOUR MOTHER FOR GRANTED
