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, 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. 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 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 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 teardrop. 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.