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Mother… An Inspiring Story From http://www.faithfreedom.org/wordpress/?p=8186


Mother…
For those who still have a mother with them regardless of her age…
After 17 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 alone for 20 years,
but the demands of my work and my two boys 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, aren’t 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 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. She had curled her hair and was
wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last birthday on
November 19th. 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 that new white van. ‘They can’t wait
to hear about our date’.

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 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.

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 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. Give them the time they deserve, because these
things cannot be put off till ’some other time.’

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

Somebody said being a mother is boring …. somebody never rode in a car driven
by a teenager with a driver’s permit.

Somebody said if you’re a’good’ mother, your child will ‘turn out
good’…. somebody
thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother…. somebody never
helped a fourth grader with his math.

Somebody said you can’t love the second child as much as you love the first ….
somebody doesn’t have two children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery….
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….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…. somebody never
had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her….
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 life while you have them….no
matter who that person is.

2 Responses

  1. Thanks.

    Like

  2. Santosh Bhatt Mothers Day is around the corner so Happy Mother’s Day to All the Mothers..
    April 21 at 11:02pm ·

    Terri Parker that was sad …but sweet santosh!!!!!
    April 22 at 4:40am ·

    Parul Joshi ya that’s sad..but its good
    April 29 at 6:41pm ·

    Rati Parker poignant…
    April 30 at 11:33pm ·

    DeeAnna Wiebe Ah thanks Santosh I love that! Love and blessings to you!
    Sat at 6:13pm ·

    Like

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