Nice & Wavy
Well-Known Member
I was thinking about my mom who passed away 2 years ago. She was my best friend. I miss her alot. But, when I read this...it reminds me of how special she was and how blessed I was to have her in my life.
I felt led to share this with you ladies. I hope you read it and be blessed...it sure does bless me.
MOM
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!
I felt led to share this with you ladies. I hope you read it and be blessed...it sure does bless me.
MOM
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!
I can only imagine the wonderful woman your mom still is for she is reflected in you, and quite beautifully. 
