Zhang Xiaoxiong: How happy it is to accompany your mother
Last year's Spring Festival, my mother enjoyed plum blossoms in Changsha Rong Garden
This year's Spring Festival, celebrate the New Year with my mother
Mom and her great-grandchildren play games
How happy to be with your mother
Zhang Xiaoxiong
Mom was eighty-seven years old. She used to be a primary school principal, and after retiring, she moved from Yueyang to Changsha and lived in an apartment with her father for more than a decade. After her father died ten years ago, she lived in any of our brothers and sisters at will according to her own mood.
Before the New Year this year, my mother was in a particularly good mood. She called four of our brothers and sisters to come to my newly renovated house for the New Year. In addition to the two small families of the younger generations in Shanghai in the United States, because the epidemic barrier can not come back, four generations of old and young people, more than a dozen people, happy in the villa in Wangcheng District for the New Year. On the second day of the Chinese New Year, my brother and two younger sisters went on a trip, and my wife and I stayed behind to accompany my mother. In the past few days, my mother has been chanting every day, this year has been really good, a big family reunion, and Hemei, when talking, she showed a happy look.
To show her happiness, my mother kept talking to me and saying words that had been repeated countless times. When I was reading and writing, she would come over and say it; when I was busy in the kitchen, she would come over and say it. Sometimes, she would talk to herself. I was happy to see my mother innocent like a child. She's happy, just let her talk more. It was a happy thing to have mom nagging on the side.
After my father died ten years ago, my mother has not eased up for a long time, and she has been in a painful memory. No matter which of her children's homes she lived in, she always had to bring a picture of her father in a mirror frame and put it at the head of her bed, as if to ask his father to accompany her all the time. She insisted on keeping a daily diary. What the diary wrote, we don't know, maybe we are talking to my father. When we went to the grave, my mother always handed us an envelope containing a letter to my father. The handwriting on the envelope is neatly written. We will be respectfully incinerated to the Father.
In order to dispel my mother's thoughts, or to treat my mother's depression, my brothers and sisters and their respective spouses accompanied my mother on trips many times. We even took our grandchildren to japan on a cruise ship with the elderly, and drove to the Three Gorges and Honghu Lake. Nearby attractions, several places where my parents lived and worked, we have been there more than once or twice. In the Honghu Lake Scenic Area, because the road surface is too uneven, the brother-in-law invented the method of dragging his mother backwards in a wheelchair to see the scenery. My little sister took a photo of me and my mother, posted it on the Internet, and actually made me an Internet celebrity.
In the past ten years, we have accompanied our mother in various ways, accompanied her to travel, accompanied her to play cards, accompanied her to enjoy food, accompanied her to enjoy flowers and moons, accompanied her to visit relatives and friends, and played mobile phone WeChat with her. Most of all, I patiently listened to her talk endlessly about old things, old relatives and friends. In our company, Mom finally came out of the shadows. Although we are slowly getting older, we still retain the feelings of childhood when we spend time with our mothers. In our company, the mothers became like innocent children, like squeamish naughty children. Her mentality really has a realm of rejuvenation.
In my heart, I have always had a regret that I have too little time to spend with my mother-in-law. After the death of my mother-in-law last fall, I felt even more that the opportunity to accompany the elderly was not something that anyone would have. What is lost will never be recovered.
My little sister wrote a poem called "Time is not old, we are not scattered." It's so poetic. With mom, time never gets old. Time is in our hands, take good control, accompany your mother, how happy.
That's the picture of the influencer
On the cruise ship
Streets of Japan
Return to Yuezhou kiln
Back to the old house in Yueyang Old Street, it is now a protected building
Pushing the wheelchair mother for a walk in the compound is a treat
The author, Zhang Xiaoxiong, a native of Xiangyin, Hunan, grew up at the state-owned Miluojiang Farm (now Quyuan District, Yueyang City), and was a 1977 student of Xiangtan University. Journalist-turned-writer and literary critic. Senior editor of Hunan Daily, former deputy general manager of the group. Representative works: the novel "The Wind Rises", the prose collection "Looking for Heaven".