Finally，though，they returned to their car for the trip home. While the kids chattered and the man drove，the woman sat smiling，surrounded by her flowers，a faraway look in her eyes.

When they were within three miles of home，she suddenly shouted to her husband，"Stop the car. Stop right here!"

The man slammed on the brakes. Before he could ask her why she wanted to stop，the woman was out of the car and hurrying up a nearby grassy slope with the lilacs still in her arms. At the top of the hill was a nursing home and，because it was such a beautiful spring day，the patients were outdoors strolling with relatives or sitting on the porch.

The young woman went to the end of the porch，where an elderly patient was sitting in her wheelchair，alone，head bowed，her back to most of the others. Across the porch railing went the flowers，in to the lap of the old woman. She lifted her head，and smiled. For a few moments，the two women chatted，both aglow with happiness，and then the young woman turned and ran back to her family. As the car pulled away，the woman in the wheelchair waved，and clutched the lilacs.

"Mom，"the kids asked，"who was that？Why did you give her our flowers？Is she somebody's mother？"The mother said she didn't know the old woman. But it was Mother's Day，and she seemed so alone，and who wouldn't be cheered by flowers？"Besides，"she added，"I have all of you，and I still have my mother，even if she is far away. That woman needed those flowers more than I did. "

This satisfied the kids，but not the husband. The next day he purchased half a dozen young lilacs bushes and planted them around their yard，and several times since then he has added more.

I was that man. The young mother was，and is，my wife. Now，every May，our own yard is redolent with lilacs. Every Mother's Day our kids gather purple bouquets. And every year I remember that smile on a lonely old woman's face，and the kindness that put the smile there.