Mother's Journal

I received this as an email the very first Mother's Day after my mother passed away.  I wanted to share it with all of you.


For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful.  For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful....

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 to tie their shoes and ride a bike 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 too.  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 could 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 open.

And the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey.  And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their head 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 is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.  She is the smell of certain foods that you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.  She is the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She is your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and she is 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 is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map that you follow with every step you take. She is 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!


weareonespirit weareonespirit
51-55, F
2 Responses Mar 31, 2008

Did you know my mother? Because this poem spoke of the woman I called mom. She was and is a great soul. I'm sure I will never read "The little engine that could" the same again. Now is her time to romp hand in hand with Jesus and my father through the heavens. Let your light shine Mom. I Love You

Thank you so much for sharing this - as i get older i miss my mother more...i think of things she will not see and things i have to experience without her. Its nice to be reminded that she is always with me!