Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Aug 5, 2006 21:22:47 GMT -5
The Journey Of A Mother
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, she fed them and
bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and
ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their
homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them,
and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms,
and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold,
and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her arms,
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 as they climbed
they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion,
understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional
love. And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she became
little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. 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 so much and are now passing these
traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted
her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given
them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill,
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 with dignity and pride,
with their heads held high, and so can 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 certain foods you
remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's
the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling
well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to
sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother
shows every emotion ...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy,
love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy,
sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only
know the good feelings in life.
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, your first friend, even your
first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space...not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.
"The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen
or touched - they must be felt with the heart."
- (sent by e-mail)
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, she fed them and
bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and
ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their
homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them,
and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms,
and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold,
and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her arms,
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 as they climbed
they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion,
understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional
love. And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she became
little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. 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 so much and are now passing these
traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted
her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given
them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill,
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 with dignity and pride,
with their heads held high, and so can 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 certain foods you
remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's
the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling
well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to
sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother
shows every emotion ...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy,
love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy,
sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only
know the good feelings in life.
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, your first friend, even your
first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space...not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.
"The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen
or touched - they must be felt with the heart."
- (sent by e-mail)
- Pharm