When I Started Seeing Another Woman...
A little while ago I started seeing another woman. Actually, it was my wife’s idea.
“You know you love her” she told me one day, out of the blue.
“Life’s short, you should give her more of your time.”
“But I love you, dear.” I replied.
“I know, but you love her too…” she said.
This other woman my wife wanted me to see was my mother.
She has been a widow for a few years now, and because of work and my kids, I didn’t get to see her very often.
I called my mother that night and asked her to join me for a movie and some dinner.
“Did something happen? Is anything wrong?” she asked.
You see, my mother belongs to the generation that thinks that any phone call after 7pm can only mean bad news…
“I just wanted to invite you for dinner and a movie, just the two of us. What do you think?”
After a few second, my mother simply said: “I’d that…”
drove over the next evening after work to pick her up; it was a Friday
night, and I had a feeling I haven’t had in a long time – the kind of
nervousness you get before a first date.
When I got there, I saw that my mother was also excited and nervous.
was waiting outside, wearing her beautiful old coat, her hair all done
up and had the dress she wore for her and dad’s last anniversary on.
Her face was lit up with the smile of an angel.
“I told my girlfriends I’m going on a date with my son tonight and they were very excited for me!” She told me when she got in the car.
The restaurant we went to was not the most fancy, but the staff was incredibly friendly.
My mother held my arm and looked the first lady!
We sat down, and she asked me to read her the menu (“My eyes are not what they used to be” she said). Half way through, I looked up and saw she was staring at me with a nostalgic smile on her face.
“When you were a child, I was the one who read you the menu.”
“Then allow me to return the favor, mom” I said.
had a lovely conversation, not about anything in particular, just
sharing what’s going on in our lives and eventually we spoke so much
that the conversation just trailed off…
“I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me pay next time!” my mother said.
When I dropped her at her house, I felt genuinely sorry to see her leave.
I hugged and kissed her and told her how much I loved her.
When I came home later that night, my wife asked how the date went.
“It was wonderful, thank you for suggesting it!”
I looked at my wife and added “Much better than I could ever imagine”.
A few days later, my dear mother passed away from a heart-attack.
It was very quick and there was nothing anyone could do.
A short time afterwards, I got a letter from the restaurant we went to that last time.
The letter read:
quite sure that I won’t be able to make it to our next date, so you and
your wife can enjoy each other’s company I did with you. I paid for
your next meal here in full and I want you to know just how much that
night meant to me!
I love you,
that moment, I understood just how important it is that we let our
loved ones know that we love them, and make sure we make time for them –
we don’t know how long we’ll have them in our lives.
Nothing is more important in this life than family!
If your mother is still alive – appreciate her.
If she isn’t – remember her.
Either way, send this to others and help them remember just how much their mothers mean to them.
You just might remind them to call their mother, because time is the one thing we can never get back…
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