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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!

In my country, Romania, we’ve got the 8th of March, Women/Mother Day every year. I wish you all Blessings in Love and Light,



2 thoughts on “MOTHER

  1. Manuela! Beautifully written, my Moms will be gone 22 years this Easter, she passed on Easter (April 16) and this is the first time her Anniversary coincides with Easter, so I already know it will be a powerful time for me, we are closer now than ever!

    I created an altar and tabernacle cloth with bead work, applique atop brocade in my Moms memory to be displayed at St. Vincent de Paul Church (Vestal, NY) for First Holy Communion and it is left up for the following Sunday for Mother’s Day. (See under my Piano, Art and Photograph y portfolio).

    BTW, my Grandfather, Theodore Slovesque came from Romania and took on the last name of Marchell.

    Blessings to all our Mothers! Lori

    1. So, we are related … somehow … Actually we are all human beings and it is the best relation we can have, all of us on this planet.Thank you for everything you share with me! You are a wonderful soul, Lori! Blessings for all Mothers, all women and everyone on this planet! Manuela

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