Sunday, June 10, 2007



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 clean 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 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."

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 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 each 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!


Momma Roar said...

Terrific! I loved this. I started reading it as a mom, but finished reading as a daughter. What a treasure of a post - I'm going to print this out. Thank you sweet Susan for posting this tonight!

Susie said...

Great post! Someone sent this to me in a email around the anniversary of my Mom's death. I found it so special.

jennifer said...

Leigh Ann said exactly what happened to me. This is so special, and I love it so. Thank you so much:o)

diana said...

how beautiful. these are treasured words. thanks for sharing them.

Pam said...

A beautiful post Susan. I had read it some years ago and had forgotten how it made me feel. I'm so glad to have come across it again.

Susan Kelly Skitt said...

Susan, it's my first time reading this story - how beautiful. It is so true the impact we have as parents on our children... especially as mothers. I can't help but think of how important our daily interactions are with them, sometimes it's easy to forget the eternal in the midst of the daily!

Susan said...

This is beautiful, Susan! Thanks for sharing.

:-) Susan

Our Peculiar Life said...

oh that's beautiful! I am going to print this out. :-)

Jeanette said...

hi Susan, Lovely post the story was beautiful, thank you for sharing.

Tina said...

That was beautiful Susan. I think I will print it out too. I am so thankful for the privilege of being a mother.

It's kinda funny that before I came to read this, I posted a mother's prayer on mine.


Frazzled Farm Wife said...

Susan, this was great, brought tears to my eyes! It's too bad we don't appreciate our mothers more when we are growing up and realize the struggles they have along the way.

Anonymous said...

Susan, this is so beautiful and so inspiring. I hope I can be all of these things to my children.

Linds said...

What a very special story. I just loved reading it. Thanks Susan.