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.”