MOTHERS
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is
beautiful. For those 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 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. 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
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!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS AND SONS YOU KNOW....MAY
WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is
beautiful. For those 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 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. 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
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!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS AND SONS YOU KNOW....MAY
WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED