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,"
"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."
"How was your dinner date?"
asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,"
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;
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 loved ones.
Give them the time they deserve,
because these things
cannot be put off till "some other time."
-BEING A MOTHER
|My mom didn't always have a boy/man-child; but
I always had mom.
For you who still have your mother;
appreciate her while you can.
There have now been many years of my life with
Mother’s Day coming – and no mom.
"I'm your little boy - just your little boy"
it takes about six weeks to get back to normal
after you've had a baby....
somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother,
"normal" is history.
you learn how to be a mother by instinct ....
somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
being a mother is boring ....
somebody never rode in a car,
or on the back of a motorcycle
driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
if you're a "good" mother,
your child will "turn out good"...
somebody thinks a child comes with directions
and a guarantee.
"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 neighbor's kitchen window.
you don't need an education to be a mother....
somebody never helped a fourth grader with their math.
you can't love the second child as much as you love the first ....
somebody doesn't have two children.
a mother can find all the answers
to her child-rearing questions in the books....
somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in her ears.
the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery....
somebody never watched her "baby"
get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten
. . . or on a plane headed for military "boot camp".
a mother can do her job with her eyes closed
and one hand tied behind her back ...
somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
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.
a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home....
somebody never had grandchildren.
your mother knows you love her,
so you don't need to tell her....
somebody isn't a mother.
This isn't just about being a mother;
appreciating the people in your life
while you have them....
no matter who they are. . .
Life may end. . . but love is forever.
To all the "mothers", and to
everyone who ever had a mother. . .
MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017
Being A Mother: A Tribute To A Mom