For those lucky to be
blessed with your Mom this is beautiful.
For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
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 could not believe
that anything could be better than these years. So she played
with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the
way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone
on them, and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever
be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the
children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are
near, and no harm will 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 when
they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have
done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down
at night, she looked up at the stars and said, "This is a
better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude
in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage.
Today, I have given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the
earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped
and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your
eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above
the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond
And that night the mother said, "This is the best day of all,
for I have shown my children God." And the day went
on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her
children were tall and strong and walked with courage.
And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was
light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond
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 alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, "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 is the whisper of the
leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's
crystallized in every tear drop. 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 and your first
heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.....
Not time, not space... not even death!
May We Never Take Our Mothers For Granted!
Author Unknown To Me
I would like to dedicate this beautiful story to two wonderful
mothers, my Mom, Viola Mae Hanaman Bogardus and
My mother in law Marie Wild Nagelmaker I could never had two better Mom's!
Thank You God!
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