On the way, tears blurred my eyes.
My mother is 100 years old this year, and she still plays mahjong every day, and her life can take care of herself. My brothers and sisters are very filial and visit their mothers almost every day, and the number of visits is much less than mine. But most of my mother's physical health care, home appliances, and other relatively valuable material supplies were bought by me for my mother.
There is a bench opposite the mother's bed, the brothers and sisters are sitting on the bench, the mother is deaf and has to speak loudly next to the left ear to barely communicate a few words, so the brothers and sisters generally visit it, and see that the mother is in good spirits and leaves. Every time I came to my mother's house, I sat on my mother's bed, touched her face, her hands, and when I saw that her nails were long, I helped her cut them, and when the place was messy, I helped her tidy up, and I could always see the love in my mother's kind eyes.
In the New Year, our family took my mother to dinner at the Guomao Building in the city, and my mother looked at the brightly lit city night, and the amazing look made me feel ashamed, but the city center, which was only 10 kilometers away from my mother's home, had to be witnessed by my mother when she was 100 years old.
My children also see Grandma once and give money once. My mother often praised me in front of outsiders for my filial piety, my children, and many relatives and friends also gave our family an appreciative look.
But I was very disapproving of my mother's doing this, and always told my mother: Don't say that I am the best in front of outsiders, this will affect my brothers and sisters, not to mention what I should do. Your mother is always dismissive: you are not the richest, but you really have nothing to say to your mother.
Today, when I went to visit my mother, she gave me a few thousand yuan and said: I have received a lot of money in the New Year, I can't spend so much, this money is given to you.
I touched the money and said, touch it is equivalent to receiving it, I am gone. Without waiting for my mother to react, I went home, and on the way, tears blurred my eyes.
Hugo said: The arms of a loving mother are made of love, and how can a child sleep in them without being sweet?
Ehrlich Fromm said: "The true embodiment of maternal love does not seem to lie in the mother's love for the birth of the baby, but in the love of the child in growth."
Although I have entered the ranks of the elderly, my mother, who is 40 years older than me, is still the mother who regards me as a child!
