Your mom will always be with you

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Lorna Marquardt, Special to the Leader

“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” – Abraham Lincoln

Thank you for your inquiries as to why I haven’t been writing this column lately. I’ve been using my available time trying to complete a book I am writing. It is truly enjoyable communicating with you readers via this column and it is good to be back.

In response to many requests, here is a reprint of the Mother’s Day article that previously appeared:

“Is this the long way?” asked the young mother as she set her foot on the path of life. 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.”

The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young mother said, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.”

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms. 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 as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, “Mother, we could not have done it without you.”

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years. The mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. 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 so much and are now passing these traits on to their children.”

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill 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 with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can 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 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 certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume she wore, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winters day.

She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of the rainbow, she is your birthday morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every teardrop.

A mother shows through in every emotion – happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow – and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

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, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space – not even death.

This story by Temple Bailey first appeared in Good Housekeeping Magazine in 1933.

It is a beautiful reminder about the magnitude of a mother’s love. On this Mother’s Day when you feel a special tenderness tugging at your heart, remember your mother lives within you always. Happy Mother’s Day!

The answer to the last trivia question — What was the name of the men’s clothing store owned by Doug and Bev Burris in 2001 and who managed it? — is The Casual Clothesman and Richard (Rick) Burris.

This week’s question is: Who owned the Forest Hill Apartments in 1986?

Lorna Marquardt is msyor of Shawano.