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For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom
this is beautiful. For those of you who aren't, this
is even more beautiful. For those who are moms,
you'll love this
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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 the 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."
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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."
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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.
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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! |
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