I just would like to share this story from an e-mail I recieved this morning. It touches me. Maybe because I'm far away from my family and had to live on my own that I miss them so much. I'm so excited to go home on the 17th to visit them. Hope you'll like the story too.
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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 ey es 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 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 no te 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 our family. Give them the time they deserve,
because these things cannot be put off until 'some other time.'
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've
had a baby.... that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother,
"normal" is history.
Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the
first....that somebody doesn't have two or more children.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and
delivery....that somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the
first day of kindergarten...or on a plane headed for military "boot
camp."
Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married..
..well that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or
daughter-in-law to a Mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a Mother's job is done when her last child leaves
home....that somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell
her... that 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.
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of
battle"
