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.
MOTHER
Author Unknown
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..
"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
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,
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 can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead,
and the children climbed and grew weary,
and the mother was weary.
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 can come."
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
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'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 groped and stumbled,
and the mother said:
"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
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'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 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 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 with courage.
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.
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 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's 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.
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 with courage.
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.
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 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."
She's 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.
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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Have a blessed day!
Nita Jo
Have a blessed day!
Nita Jo
