Being A Mother
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 Mother
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 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. Sometime
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."
Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell
her....somebody isn't a Mother.
Pass this along to all the "Mothers" in your life and to everyone who ever
had a mother.
This isn't just about being a Mother; it's about appreciating the people
in your lives while you have them....no matter who that person is.
Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your Habits, they become character.
Watch your Character, for it becomes your Destiny.
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of
battle".
'As you mature, you realize it's better to find someone who's got your
back than someone who turns your head.'
'There comes a time in your life when you realize those people: Who
matter, Who never did, and Who always will.
Don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason they didn't make
it to your future.
GOD BLESS YOU and have a NICE WEEKEND
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Mom! I Love You!
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