A friend sent this to me this past week. It is beautiful. Whether you are a mother or a daughter... whether you are blessed to still have your mother around, or if she has passed on, I think it will touch you.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Isthis 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..
Butthe 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 sheplayed 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 motherdrew them close and covered them with her mantle, 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, andthe children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children,
"A little patience and we arethere."
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 looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for mychildren have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gavethem courage. Today, I've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children gropedand 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 the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
And the days 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 withcourage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as 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. Andmother 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 gatesclosed after her. And they said: "We cannot see herbut she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. Sheis a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisperof the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool handon your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother livesinside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; andshe's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first loveand your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth canseparate you. Not time, not space... not even death.
My favorite part is the last. I feel my mom near in times of laughter and tears. It's all part of the gifts that she instilled in me. She lived life fully, in good times and in bad. She faced it with courage, and with her unique sense of humor. I was blessed to be her daughter. I hope each of you have been blessed in life with a loving mother.
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