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mothers - beautiful

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MOTHER

    This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please

    read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in

    Leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...



    For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,

    this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is

    even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.





    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 wary 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 their 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 & CHILDREN
    YOU KNOW.

    MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...