My mother has been away from us for more than ten years, and I have always had a wish to write a small article in memory of my mother, but looking back on fifty years of mother-son love, it is like a vast desert that is boundless, so that I can't write, and sometimes I can't think of anything in my empty mind. Only my mother, dressed in a dark blue cardigan and standing on crutches, stood in the doorway looking forward to the figure, like a picture burned in my heart, which has been lingering.
When my mother was seventy-one years old, she was in a coma due to cerebral hemorrhage for half a month, and after many efforts, she chose a life. My mother was very strong, and after hemiplegia, she actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment while insisting on rehabilitation exercises. A year later, my mother finally learned to walk, but in the end she was unable to shake off her crutches.
Mother and father raised seven of our sisters in the era of lack of food and drink, and they did not know how much suffering and how much sin they suffered, and how much they had worried about and how much God they had spent on the growth of their children. Seeing that the days are getting better day by day, and it is time to enjoy the blessings, the second elder is paralyzed and one is gone, and it is really painful for us to think of it as children.
Since the beginning of her illness, mothers have often been upset about the long-term illness, dragging down their children, and sometimes even throwing tantrums and hunger strikes. At this time, we can only go out of our way to persuade each other. Sometimes, we also called in a group of grandchildren to deliberately make fun of her. Perhaps because of the next generation, the mother's irritable heart gradually calmed down.
In order to prevent my mother's emotional fluctuations from causing the recurrence of the old disease, we sisters formulated a "ten days to change the family" rule. This cannot but be said to be a good idea. The new environment and new face naturally brought a good mood to the mother, even if she wanted to lose her temper, before she could find a reason to change the next family. In those years, my mother spent her life in this warm and comfortable environment, and the neighbors were envious.
Whenever my mother came to me, I placed her in a room by the door. Electric fans were brought to her in the summer and stoves were built for her in the winter. Every day before going to work, I would watch her finish her meal and take her medicine, then put the bedpan in place, and then help her to bed, tell her that I was going to work, she agreed, and I was relieved to leave. Therefore, during the time when my mother came home, I always went late and returned early.
At first, every time I came home from work, the door was always wide open, and I thought I had forgotten to close the door because I was in a hurry to work. That day I came home early, opened the lock and was about to push the door, suddenly through the crack of the door saw a shadow behind the door shadow of someone, I gently pushed open the door, I saw my mother standing there with a smile on her face, which really frightened me. If I thrust in, I might break out into a catastrophe. What if I complain that my mother is running around and falling? Mother asked in a vague half-sentence, why did you come back so early today, I haven't opened the door for you yet. Oh, it turns out that my mother opened the door for me every day. Looking into my mother's kind eyes, I lost my temper. Yeah, what could be happier and happier than to see my son come home!
Later, every time I came home, I would see my mother standing in the doorway on crutches waiting for me to come home. That day, I came home late for work, the door was open, but I didn't see my mother, I heard a noise in the kitchen, and I rushed in, only to see my mother standing on crutches by the stove. Seeing me, he smiled and said to me, I want to help you put the pot first. This time I did not blame her, but ran over and hugged her to sit on the wicker chair, and said to her, Mom, you can move one arm, and you still have a crutch, how to put the pot? The mother smiled, and I smiled, and at this moment the courtyard was full of warmth and happiness. I vividly remember that my mother was eighty-five years old.
My mother died at the age of eighty-eight. After my mother died, I always liked to look at the gate first every time I left work, but I could no longer see my mother waiting for me to come home. Think about it for many years, my mother's concern for me, and my concern for my mother, are like sweet candy, sweet mother's heart is also sweet to my heart, so happiness is irreplaceable by any happiness. Today, the concern for the mother has become a thought. I knew that my mother was drifting away from me, and even her figure was blurring day by day, but the figure of my mother leaning on the door and looking at her return was like a crystal clear ice sculpture, becoming clearer and clearer in my heart.
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About the Author
Shao Fafu, a native of Jiyuan, Henan, retired teacher, is now idle at home and enjoying his grandson. He has been engaged in cultural and sports education for a long time, and has a lot of involvement in literature and art, so whenever he feels something, he resorts to words, especially essays and essays.