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The young Mom 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 Mom 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 Mom
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 Mom
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mom,
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 Mom 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, "Mom, we would
not have done it without you." And the Mom, 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 have 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 Mom 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 Mom
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 Mom 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 Mom 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, Mom,
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 Mom like ours is more than a
memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mom 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 Mom 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!
Dedicated to my Mom (and yours) for her birth date November 3rd.
We
shared many tear drops together.
Music: In My Thoughts by Don
Baird
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