After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I Love You, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to only visit her occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment and then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday, after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she too seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited at the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son and they were impressed," she said as she got in the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cosy. My Mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only see large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mum sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time for you to relax and let me return the favour," I responded.
During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but just catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my Mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of the restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said : "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you Son."
At that moment I understood the importance of saying in time : "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.
Somebody doesn't know that once you are a Mother "Normal": is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a Mother by instinct.
Somebody never took a three year old shopping.
Somebody said being a Mother was boring.
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a Learner's permit.
Somebody said, if you're a "good Mother", your child will "turn out good".
Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" Mothers never raise their voices.
Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a Mother.
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with their maths.
Somebody said you can't love your fifth child as much as you love your first.
Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a Mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.
Somebody never had a child stuff beans up their nose or in their ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a Mother is the labour and delivery.
Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten, or onto a plane headed for a military "Boot Camp".
Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.
Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a Mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a Mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.
Somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.
Somebody isn't a Mother.
This was sent to me by E-Mail and I have attempted to locate the original Author. All I have been able to ascertain is the following:-
This is not a true story, but a writing of fiction. The top part first appeared on the Internet sometime in 2005. That portion is a shortened version of an article which appeared in Reader's Digest in 1995 which itself was a condensed version (and differs from) of an even earlier article by a person named David Farrell.
Sometime in 2006 an unknown person has appended the bottom portion relating to "Someone" to the original writing and this therefore is a compilation of three different writers thoughts.
It is not meant to suggest that it is factual, but merely a piece that reminds us of the importance of not simply putting off showing our loved ones we care.
Please do not consider this to be a true story and as it has three different origins, the actual Copyright is impossible to ascertain.
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