was looking back at some old emails in my mailbox and one particular one cought my eye.
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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’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!
YOU MAY…
…PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS &
CHILDREN YOU KNOW.
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED…
Pass it on to the men
too because they have mothers too….
