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Ernie
Guest
Mom's Journey ...
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 to tie their shoelaces and ride a
bike 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 too. 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 could 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
open.
And the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know that 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 is the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street. She is the smell of certain foods that you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore. She is the cool hand on your
brow when you're not feeling well. She is your breath in the air on a cold
winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain. Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and
she is 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 is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map that
you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, your first
friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space, not even death.
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 to tie their shoelaces and ride a
bike 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 too. 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 could 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
open.
And the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know that 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 is the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street. She is the smell of certain foods that you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore. She is the cool hand on your
brow when you're not feeling well. She is your breath in the air on a cold
winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain. Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and
she is 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 is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map that
you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, your first
friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space, not even death.