Just a few days ago I sat with a good friend. We had not seen each other in some time and we were spending time catching up with one another. As friends and mom’s do, the conversation soon turned to kids and grandkids. We talked about the new things they were up to, their accomplishments, and how much they had grown. Somewhere in that conversation you could hear one or the other of us express, “Really! They’re that old already? When did that happen?
And then we would sigh, look at one another and utter...”I feel old.” Admit it! Right now you are shaking your head because you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about!Just the other night Brian and I went out to dinner. Soon after we were seated our waitress, a beautiful young lady, walked up to the table and began to introduce herself. But in one glance, even before she could finish her name, I knew who she was. Instantly I thought about my wedding day 17 years ago. In my minds eye I could picture the cutest three year old….walking slowly and methodically down the church aisle….throwing out one rose petal at a time, making sure it landed perfectly before moving on. It took forever…and I thought we would never make it to the ceremony. Now I sit and stare at this beautiful 20 year old and wonder where the time went. When did she grow up and when did I get to be so old?
It’s funny how we do that. Wishing for time to speed up and then wishing for it to slow down. Some days it is so hard to make up our minds which we want…the past or the future?
As we left our conversation that night, my friend promised to send me a motherhood poem which she thought fit so well with our stories of growing kids and an aging life. Later that night it came into my inbox and I was so touched that I decided to share it with you, my friends and fellow mom’s. May it bless you as it has me and remind us that it’s not so much about the past or the future as it is about embracing the here and now.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is the way long?” she asked. And her 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 those 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 life was good, and the young mother cried, “Nothing will never be lovelier than this.”
Then night came, and 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, “Oh Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come,” and the mother said, “This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage.”
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, “We could not have done it without you, Mother.” And the mother, when she lay down that 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 have given them strength.”
And with 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 and brought 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. And 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 the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And the mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that 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.”Enjoyed what you read here? Then what are you waiting for? Go ahead and share the good news and pass it on to all your friends by clicking on one (or all if you are so inclined) of the share buttons below. Facebook, twitter, Google +? Doesn’t matter…share away. I sure appreciate it. ~Victoria