Once, there is a young housewife who set foot on the path of life. "Far away his journey?" He asked. And there was a guide who answered, "Yes, the line is very heavy. And you will grow old before you reach the end of your journey. But the end of the journey will be better than the beginning. "
The young mother was a happy face, but she did not quite believe that things could be better than the days she had been through. The mother was playing with her children, collecting flowers for them along their journey, bathing them in a river of clear water. They were bathed in warm sunlight at the time. The young mother spoke loudly, "Nothing is more beautiful than this."
When the night came, there was a storm that made the streets dark. The children shook with fear and cold. The mother hugged the children and covered them with her coat. The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid of this because you are near us. Because there is a mother, we will not get hurt. "
On the next morning, his mother and children walked to climb a hill. Over time they become tired. However, the mother always said to her children, "Please wait my son a little longer, we will surely reach the goal." The words are enough to make the children excited again to continue their ascent. And when it finally reached the top of the hill, the children said, "Mother, we can never get here without you."
And when it's time to lie down at night, the mother looks at the stars in the sky and thanks, "Today is better than the day before, because my children learn to be steadfast in the face of trouble. Yesterday, I gave them courage. Today, I give them strength. "
And the next day, there came a thick cloud that darkens the earth, clouds of war, hatred and evil. Make the children trip and fall, but the mother tries to strengthen them, "Look at that glorious light." The children obeyed. Above the clouds the glowing light was so bright that it was the light that guided them through the darkness. That night the mother said, "This is the best day. Because I have shown God's gifts to my children. "
The day passed very quickly, then changed with weeks, months, and years. The mother begins to age and her body becomes bent. Meanwhile, her children grew big and strong, and walked with bold steps. When the road they passed was heavy, the children would pick up their mother. In the end they arrived on a hill. Up there, they could see a glowing street and a golden gate with a wide-open door. The mother said, "This is the end of the journey. And now I know, the end of this journey is better than the beginning because my children are able to walk on their own, and so are my grandchildren. "
And the children said again, "Mother will always be with us, even though Mother has started to go through the gate." And the children saw their mother walking alone, then the gate closed behind her. Then the boys said again, "We can not see him anymore, but you stay with us. A mother like our Mother is more than a memory. He always lives in our hearts. "
Just as in the above story, our mother is always with us. He sounds like the foliage as we walk down the path. Our mother is present in the middle of our laughter. He crystallizes in each of our tears. It is where we come from, our favorite home and it is the map that directs the steps we take on spring day. He is our love, and there is nothing to separate us from our mother. Neither time, nor place ... nor death. Because Mom will always be with us.
