Love in Action
After many years of marriage, I rediscovered a new way of keeping alive the
spark of love.
A little while ago I had started to go out with another woman. It was really my
wife's idea. "I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by
"But I love YOU," I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a
widow for about 2 years, but the demands of my work and my two 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 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 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 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
"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
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 menu, 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 others 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
"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 was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, never-the-less, I
paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never
know what that night meant for me.
This is Love in Action.
Dilip - UK