When I was a child,my mother sometimes took me to the farm , during the early hours of the day, we would wander through the pasture , not hurrying.
She would tell me the names of the trees , point out a bird's nest ,so hidden that unsteady eyes would never see it.
Sometimes, if the weather was uncommonly warm, she would say to me, "walk in my shadow, I'll be your shade.
I remember the day's , she would lay me by the streamside , while she worked all day .
Even now, I recall how good it was to be a child , being aware of the changing seasons.
I walked safe in my mother's shadow, protected by the shades she provide
As years past by, I discovered that I had grown to fit into her shadow, and then I knew that the time had come for us to walk side by side , each casting his own shadow.
Later still, I came to understand that the shadow of my mother ,was as it was , because the woman who cast it was still who she was; tall, beautiful and wise enough to be my shelter ,till i was sufficiently strong to step outside and walk on my own.
My mother is a unique personality.
