SizzlininIN
Master Chef
I received this today and thought it was so beautiful I just had to share it with you...............
>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. 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 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, 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 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!
>
>PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS & CHILDREN YOU KNOW. MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR
>MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...
>
>
>Pass it on to the men too because they have mothers too....
>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. 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 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, 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 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!
>
>PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS & CHILDREN YOU KNOW. MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR
>MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...
>
>
>Pass it on to the men too because they have mothers too....
