For those of you 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, 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 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 THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS 

and CHILDREN YOU KNOW. 

MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.

                               Unknown Author

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