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 is the tender care
that God nurtured you with; she is the cool hand on your brow when
you're not well. Your Mother rejoices in your laughter and watches over
your every step, giving up everything to be by your side.
She is the place you came from, your
first home; and she provides the map you follow on the path to God. She
is your first love and nothing on earth can separate you from her. Not
time, not space... not even death!
May we never take our mothers for granted!
Swami says,
It is impossible to describe
the love that exists between the mother and her child. Once you earn the
blessings of your mother, you can achieve anything. The world is
sustained by the prayers of mothers. A woman’s prayer is more powerful
than a thousand prayers of men, because women are pure and tender-hearted. Never cause displeasure to your mother, then God will
help you in all your endeavours.”
(Source: Radio Sai)
