The young Mother has just embarked on the path of motherhood. Holding the baby in her arms and smiling, she wondered: “How long will this happiness last?” And the Angel told her: “The path of motherhood is long and difficult. And you will grow old before you reach the end of it. But know, the end will be better than the beginning.”
But, the young Mother was happy, and she could not imagine that there could be anything better than these years. She played with her children and picked flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in streams of clear waters; and the sun shone joyfully upon them, and the young Mother said: “Nothing can be more wonderful than this happy time!”
And when night came, and the storm began, and the dark road became invisible, and the children were trembling with fear and cold, Mother hugged them, pressed them close to her heart and covered them with her blanket... And the children said: “Mom, we are not afraid, because you are nearby and nothing bad can happen.”
And when morning came, they saw a mountain in front of them, and the children began to climb up, and got tired... And the Mother was also tired, but all the time she told the children: “Be patient: a little more, and we will be there.” And when the children climbed up and reached the top, they said: “Mom, we could never have done this without you!”
And then the Mother, lying down at night, looked at the stars and said: “This is a better day than the last, because my children have learned the strength of spirit in the face of difficulties. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I gave them strength.”
And the next day strange clouds appeared that darkened the earth. These were clouds of war, hatred and evil. And the children were looking for their Mother in the darkness... and when they came across her, Mom told them: “Raise your eyes to the Light.” And the children looked and saw above those clouds the Eternal Glory of the Universe, and it brought them out of the darkness.
And that night the Mother said: “This is the best day of all, because I have shown my children God.”
And the days passed, and the weeks, and the months, and the years, and the Mother grew old and became a little hunched over... But her children were tall and strong, and boldly walked through life. And when the path was too difficult, they lifted her and carried her, because she was light as a feather... And finally they climbed the mountain, and without her they could see that the roads were bright and the golden gates were wide open.
And the Mother said: “I have reached the end of my path. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, since my children can go on their own, and their children can follow them.”
And the children said: “Mom, you will always be with us, even when you pass through these gates.” And they stood and watched as she continued to walk alone and as the gate closed behind her. And then they said: “We cannot see her, but she is still with us. Mother, like ours, is more than a memory. She is a Living Presence .....”
Your Mom is always with you...: she is in the whisper of the leaves when you walk down the street; she is the smell of your recently washed socks or bleached sheets; she is a cool hand on your forehead when you are not feeling well.
Your Mom lives inside your laughter. And she is a crystal in every drop of your tear. She is the place where you arrive from Heaven - your first home; and she is the map that you follow with every step you take.
She is your first love and your first sorrow, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not place... not even death!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru