Mother and Mothers Day

Yesterday 11th May 2008 were designated as mothers day. When my son asked me earlier I said mothers day should be everyday. However he insisted ... just because there is this one day all over the world known as Mothers Day. Anyway there is this story that I would like to share about BEING A MOTHER as shared by an acquaintance from Nigeria awhile back....

After 21 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 a widow for 19 years, but 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 well, " she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation ia a sign of bad news. "I thought that 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 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 nice restaurant that, although not elegant, was 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 the 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 use to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me retun 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 you dnner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could 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.

Sometime 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; 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.

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

... being a mother is boring ... somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

... if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good" ... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

... "good" mothers never raise their voices ... somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

... you don't need an education to be a mother ... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

... you can't love the second child as much as you love the first ... somebody doesn't have two children.

... a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books ... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

... 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."

... a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back ... somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

... 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.

... a mother's job is done when her last child leave home ... somebody never had grandchildren.

... your mother knows you lave her, so you don't need to tell her ... somebody isn't 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.

Well, my mum got bless her "insyallah" - "god willing" shall be 70 (1938) this May 16th, which incidentally will also be "Teachers Day", and she is one great MOTHER and Grandmother to 16 grandchildrens. I LOVE YOU MUM ( we call her mak).