anon

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I started to go out with another woman; it was really my wife's idea.

"I know that you love her," my wife said one day, taking me by surprise.

“But I love YOU," I protested.

"I know, but you also love her."

The other woman my wife wanted me to go out with was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years. 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 okay?" 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 nice to spend some time with you," I responded.
"Just the two of us?" She thought about it for a moment, 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 inside 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 which, although not elegant, was very nice and cosy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. She could only read large print.

Half way through the entrees, 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 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 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 my mother and I had dined. An attached note read: "Son, I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't 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."

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."

Somebody once said 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.

Somebody once said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.
Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody once said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."
Somebody obviously thinks that a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody once said "good" mothers never raise their voices.
Somebody never came out of the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour’s kitchen window.

Somebody once said you don't need an education to be a mother.
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his mathematics.

Somebody once said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.
Somebody doesn't have five children.

Somebody once said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.
Somebody never had a child who stuffed beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody once said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery.
Somebody never watched her "baby" go into school on his first day, or board a plane headed for military "boot camp."

Somebody once said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
Somebody never organised seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody once said 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.

Somebody once said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.
Somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody once said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.
Somebody isn't a mother.