My wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie after we were married for 21 years. “I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you,” she said, despite her obvious affection for you. My wife also wanted me to see my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years, but I could only see her infrequently due to the responsibilities of my three children and my job. I gave her a call that evening to ask her to a movie and dinner.
“What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I said. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a bit, and then said, “I would like that very much.”
I was a little anxious when I drove over to pick her up that Friday after work. She was wearing the same dress that she had worn to mark her previous wedding anniversary, and her hair was curled. She grinned from a face that was as brilliant as an Angel’s. As she climbed into the car, she remarked, “I told my friends that I was going out with my son, and they were impressed.” “They are eager to share our meeting with them.”
We had dinner at a really pleasant, if not particularly elegant, restaurant. With the demeanor of the First Lady, my mother took my arm. I had to peruse the menu after we took a seat. 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.
We had a pleasant conversation over dinner, nothing special just catching up on each other’s recent lives. We were talking so much that the movie was over. 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 where 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.
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