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 re ad the menu when you were small,"
she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the
favour," 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

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

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."

Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life and toeveryone
who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother; it's
about appreciating the people in your life while you have matter who that person is.