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 visit her only 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 in 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 into the car. “They can’t wait to hear
about our meeting.”
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very
nice and cozy. 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 read large print. Half
way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom 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 that you relax and let me
return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable
conversation – nothing extraordinary but 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 a 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 for 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 that 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.”
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