Friday, April 17, 2009


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

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 cloak,
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 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!
Pass it on to the men also, because they have mothers too....

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