The Other Woman
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The Other Woman
After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping
alive the spark of love.
A little while ago, I went out with another woman.
It was really my wife's idea.
"I know you'll love her," she said one day, taking me by
"But I love YOU too," I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman who my wife wanted me to visit was my mother who
had been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my
three children had made it possible to visit her only
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 pass some time with
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.
Halfway through the entree, 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,"
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 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
Nothing in life is more important than God and your family.
Give them the time they deserve because these things cannot be
put off until "some other time."
from the mountain