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. 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.
 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. The path was dark, and the Children shook with fear and cold. 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. 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."


 


When she lay down at night, the mother, 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 came strange clouds which darkened The earth, clouds of war and hate and evil. 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, the weeks, 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.  When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light As a feather.  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. 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.