To the mother| Yan Ruiying column: the first time to accompany the mother to bathe

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Time flies, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, unconsciously, the mother is more than seventy, and I am no longer young.

Filial piety comes first. I have not bathed my mother once, washed my mother's head once, washed my feet once. Whenever I think about it, my heart is always sour, and it is very unpleasant.

Countless times there have been flashes of thought in my mind, it is time to take a bath with my mother. A few times I also told my mother, she always said, "You don't have to care about me, it's not yet time for you to take a bath." ”

It's past winter, and the weather is getting colder. I can't let my mother wipe her body at home anymore. I will take my mother to the bathhouse and rub her back, wash her hair, and pinch her feet.

On Wednesday, call first to "make an appointment", "Mother, I'll go home on the weekend to take a shower with you!" The mother still strongly objected, "Don't come, I faint in the bathhouse, I won't go with you!" ”

The mother must be afraid of spending money, or afraid of trouble, so she said so!

On Saturdays, the sun is shining brightly and the wind is beautiful. I sorted out my bathing utensils and drove home, where my mother had prepared lunch. The mother is still very cooperative! I was secretly pleased.

After lunch, take a break and drive your mother to the town's bathhouse. The sun shone obliquely through the car window, and the mother's face was gentle and kind. Along the way, the mother nagged, "These two days are warm, how good it is to take a bath at home." Turn on the headlights in the bathroom (bath master), put a large basin of hot water from the solar energy, where will it be cold? "I was ready yesterday, all day, and your dad was staring at me." "That's right! If I hadn't come today, wouldn't I have pounced! You haven't showered me in years! "I'm spoiled.

Suddenly I understood, not the mother's cooperation, but it was a last resort! I snickered.

My mother and I asked for a single room. While my mother undressed, I quickly washed the two bathtubs and filled them with water.

Although I knew that my mother was old, when she was completely naked in front of me, I was still shocked. Niang's original plump body was full of folds, like layers of skin stacked together on an old tree, and her white hair was messy like autumn grass. Looking at the mother's somewhat obese body, which was obviously slumped, and a pair of breasts were hanging softly on her chest, my tears came out in an instant. This is my mother! This aging body is the source of my life! Who stole your youth? Who hollowed out your body?

"Mother, be careful, the floor is a little slippery!" I walked over to help my mother.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." As she spoke, she carefully walked over and slowly descended into the bathtub. In the mist of water, looking at the naked body of the mother, suddenly separated from the world...

A scene from many years ago suddenly flashed in my mind. It was the night of the wheat harvest season, the weather was sweltering, people were asleep, my mother asked a few aunts to take me and a few sisters to take a shower in the pond outside the village, the moon was hazy, and the silence was in a silence...

"Mother, soak for a few minutes, and then I'll rub your back!"

"No, I'm able to get enough, and my body is not dirty, so I've only been washed for a week!" It's not like when you were a kid, you can't take a bath for years. ”

"Yeah, now the conditions are better!"

"At that time, who wasn't covered in mud scars!" A little dirt, a little sweat, all formed a mud scar. The mother continued.

"I remember the time I was getting an vaccination at school, and the second hum (the barefoot doctor in the village) threw up my arm, 'Oh! This child's arm is washed, and the fat water can be divided into two parts! You don't know, at that time, I was ashamed, and there was a seam in the ground that I was going to drill down. I smiled and took my mother's words.

The mother also laughed, and the mother's smile was beautiful, like a chrysanthemum after the rain.

"However, at that time, whenever I had time to give you a few baths, it was not the same as killing piglets, and one by one howled so hard!"

"I remember that summer afternoon, you boiled a basin of hot water, first pressed my head, rubbed, washed, then washed my neck, rubbed, rubbed, I cried, I struggled..."

I started rubbing my mother's back. The mother's back is not only a little hunched, the skin is still very rough, and the spots of sun and age cover the entire back. My eyes were wet again. Mother, this is the back of the mother who carried five of our sisters and carried the heavy burden of the family! I rubbed gently, carefully, over every inch of my skin. Blood is in harmony, mother and daughter are connected, I feel this warmth with my heart, and I feel this heartfelt touch...

It was my turn to rub my back, and she tried to get me to jump into her bathtub. I sat in my mother's arms, enjoying her tenderness, and the breath that had been absent for many years surrounded me. Niang's technique is very gentle, and she has no strength of that year. It's not so much rubbing my back as it is a gentle stroke, so soft, but so powerful, straight to the bottom of my heart. My heart had softened into a puddle of water, ripples in the atrium. I turned my head to look at the mother, whose face had never been kinder, and her eyes had never been softer. Mother, how many years have you grown up and your daughter has not been intimate with you! Zero distance contact with the girl, you must also be emotionally fluctuating, a little excited!

I want to wash my mother's hair, but my mother resolutely refuses, "This is not afraid of getting wet, or washing herself" The mother sat in the bathtub, bowed her head under the faucet next to her, and slowly washed her hair. There was a lot of foam in the shampoo, and I couldn't see the mother's face clearly for a while. Somehow, my heart shook violently, and suddenly a trace of fear arose, and I suddenly understood that "the so-called parents and children are actually a parting that is gradually drifting apart." ”

Watching the mother sitting on the edge of the bed get dressed, I squatted down, "Mother, let me cut your toenails and pinch your feet!" The mother hurriedly curled up and retracted her feet, saying in her mouth, "No, no, I just cut it when I washed my feet the day before yesterday." "Then we'll just pinch it, you don't know how comfortable it is to pinch your feet!" "Don't pinch, don't pinch, my feet don't hurt, don't itch, don't red or swell, so don't ask you to pinch it!" As she spoke, she quickly put on her cotton shoes.

Coming out of the bathhouse, the air is clear and fresh, and the body is comfortable. It will be late, the clouds reflect the sunset, the sky is red and drunk, and the earth is golden. I drove slowly forward and asked my mother, "Mother, didn't you say you fainted in the bathhouse?" The mother smiled, "I came from dinner today!" When you are hungry, you faint. "Oh, I'm hungry!" I laughed too, but my nose was sour.

The scene of bathing my mother that day has been repeatedly played back in my mind, there is heartache and warmth, guilt and touch, self-blame and regret.

We who are children do too little for our parents. Whoever says anything will be rewarded with three Chunhui. Honoring parents is easier said than done, it is not a special action of a special holiday, but a bit of ordinary life.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and the son wants filial piety and does not wait. Some things, do will be at ease and comfort, do not do may become a lifelong regret and regret. If your parents are older, go take a shower with her! Even once, that scene will become a warm memory that will haunt you for a long time.

About author:Yan Ruiying is a middle school teacher in Dongming County. Love sports, love education.

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