Thursday, March 15, 2007



MOTHER

This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece please
read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in
leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...

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!

MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...

11 comments:

Kalinka said...

Finalmente venho ao teu encontro.
E, que encontro?
MOTHER...!!!
LI...GOSTEI. Está Lindo.

Eu estive naquele "Mundo" que mais adoro.
O Mundo que procurei nestas mini-férias: a Natureza pura.
Espaços que convidam ao despertar de todos os sentidos...
Momentos únicos, cheios de sons, cheiros e muita Paz.
Ribeiros, riachos , fontes e nascentes...MAR, Oceano.
Lugares únicos, em que saboreamos o gosto raro de sermos parte integrante do planeta e de todo o Universo...
Privilegiada Eu sou.

Beijokas.

Cristina said...

Very beautiful, and yes, whoever has a mother is blessed...
kisses, have a nice weekend
:)

Miguel said...

Bela homenagem ...!

Um BOM FDS!
Bjks da M&M & Cª!

Andreia do Flautim said...

Quem tem uma mãe tem tudo!=)

Beijinhos

Jonice said...

Just beautiful ... thanks a bunch, dear!
Have a nice weekend, kisses :)

david santos said...

Até sempre.

elsa nyny said...

OHHH! Linda Teresinha!!!!

Amei este - mother! -
muito, muito lindo!
Parabéns querida!!!
Bom Domingo!
Beijinhos do coraçao!
:)

Mário Margaride said...

Olá Teresa!

Mãe, é sempre mãe...Belo!

Bom início de semana.

Beijinhos

Kalinka said...

A dedicatória que deixo neste dia 19 de Março é para todos os Pais do Mundo: sejam bons Pais, tenham orgulho de saber criar e educar os vossos filhos, hoje e sempre.

Apeteceu-me
«Olhar, sentir, captar»
No regresso, vim por Aljezur, parei nas Azenhas do Mar, passei em Vila Nova de Milfontes, depois Ilha do Pessegueiro e, já o sol ameaçava se esconder, cheguei a Porto Covo, onde assisti ao maravilhoso espectáculo do pôr-do-sol.
Ali, fiquei presa ao chão, estarrecida com tamanha beleza do horizonte, da força do mar e, captei com a minha objectiva as mais fabulosas fotos de toda a viagem.
Andei por aí, meti o nariz… como faço, como gosto, como quis!!!...

Boa semana para TI.
Beijos e abraços.

Kerri said...

So beautiful! I cannot read this and not shed tears :) It makes me miss my mother, but it was a lovely reminder of her this morning.
Those of us who have/had a wonderful mother, and share/shared a good relationship are truly blessed.
I'm glad you enjoyed the wildflowers. Thanks for visiting :)

MiaHari said...

Olá Teresa,

Muito obrigada pela tua sempre presença no meu espaço! É bom!
Continuo a sentir dificuldades quer na postagem quer no que diz respeito a entrar em vossas casas... mas, não me afastei, recordo todos os meus amigos da blogosfera, apesar de estar com dificuldades de comentar nos respectivos espaços.
Parabéns por esta linda homenagem à nossa mãe, sempre viva em meu coração, embora a não tenha já entre nós. Mas vejo-a sorrir para mim, todos os dias são seu dia!
xi-coração.