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"Annoying, annoying!" Again, I complained to myself. Every time my mother cooks a meal, it is as if an invisible alarm clock is ticking in her heart, and she has to let me eat it immediately, but I really don't want to eat such hot food! Am I at fault?
Think about it, when you are immersed in your own business, maybe you are concentrating on reading a book, maybe you are playing a game with great interest, or you have just finished a work and are ready to relax, and your mother's "It's time to eat" will suddenly sound. Then, she would keep urging, as if it was a sin to eat a second late. I understand her hard work to cook the meal, and I hope that everyone can eat together while it is hot and enjoy the warm moment of sitting together as a family, but the steaming meal really put me off a little.
I tried to explain to my mom that I didn't want to eat food that was too hot, it was bad for my mouth and esophagus. But my mother always said disapprehantly: "How can there be so much attention, eat it while it's hot!" I shook my head helplessly, "Mom, why don't you understand me?"
Once, when my mother had cooked the rice again, she told me to eat it immediately. I looked at the food that was still steaming, and I couldn't really get interested, so I said wait a while. Mom's face changed immediately, and she began to nag: "What are you waiting for when the rice is ready, it will be cold after a while, and eating cold is not good for the stomach." I was also a little impatient, and responded: "I just don't want to eat hot, can't I wait for it to cool down?" When my mother heard this, she became even more angry, and her voice raised an octave: "Why are you so ignorant, I worked hard to cook, and you are still picky." "I felt a grievance in my heart, where am I picky, I just don't want to eat hot food.
The meal became tasteless in our dispute. I ate silently, but I wondered why my mother couldn't understand me. Don't I even have the right to choose when to eat?
Later, I calmed down and thought about it. In fact, her mother's intentions are good, she hopes that the family can eat happily together, and she feels that eating hot is a recognition of her cooking skills and a reflection of the family atmosphere. And I have my own thoughts and feelings, and I just want to be able to come at my own pace.
I started trying to communicate with my mom in a different way. I no longer rejected her outright, but when she called me to eat, I first expressed my gratitude to her for her hard cooking, and then gently said that I wanted to wait a while before eating because I was afraid of the heat. Mom was a little unhappy at first, but slowly, she seemed to understand me.
One day, my mother cooked the meal again, and this time she didn't rush me immediately, but smiled and said, "Baby, the meal is ready, if you want to eat later, just wait, don't take too long." When I heard this, my heart suddenly warmed, and I quickly ran over to hug my mother and said, "Mom, thank you for understanding me." My mother touched my head and said, "Silly boy, my mother also knows that you have your own ideas, so we will understand each other in the future." ”
Since then, our "conflicts" in the matter of eating seem to have decreased a lot. I try to eat as soon as my mom cooks the meal, and my mom gives me some time to come at my own pace. We're all trying to adapt to each other and understand each other.
In life, such small frictions are actually very common. Sometimes, we may have disagreements or even quarrels with our family members over some trivial matters. But as long as we can calm down, communicate well, and understand each other, we will definitely be able to find a solution to the problem. After all, love and tolerance between family members are the most powerful forces.
Mom must eat it immediately when she cooks it, and I don't want to eat hot food, which seems to be an irreconcilable contradiction, but through our efforts and understanding, it can also become an opportunity for us to strengthen our relationship. In this process, I understood the importance of communication and cherished the relationship with my mother even more.
Now, whenever my mom calls me to eat, I respond happily and walk briskly to the table. Even if the food is still a little hot, I will smile and say, "Mommy's cooking is delicious!" "My mother would look at me with a smile and love in her eyes. Our home, because of such understanding and tolerance, has become warmer and happier.
Perhaps, this is the true meaning of life. In those trivial daily life, we will encounter all kinds of problems and contradictions, but as long as we have love and kindness in our hearts, we can resolve everything. Just like the "conflict" between my mother and I over the matter of eating, it can eventually become a good memory in our lives.
I also hope that more people will not rush to quarrel and complain when they encounter similar problems, but calm down and think about each other's positions and feelings. After all, we are all people who accompany and support each other in this world. Only understanding and tolerance can make our relationships deeper and our lives better.
So, back to the original question, am I wrong? Actually, there is no right or wrong, just we need to find a balance, a way for us all to feel comfortable and happy. And this process is also a process of our growth and progress.
I'm sure my mom and I will have other problems and challenges in the days ahead, but I'm also sure we'll be able to get through it together. Because there is a deep love and trust between us, which is our most precious treasure.
Let us all learn to understand and tolerate others in the little things of life, and cherish those ordinary and precious moments. Because, this is what life is at its most beautiful.
As time went on, my mom and I seemed to have reached a new tacit understanding about eating. But life is always full of unexpected situations.
One day, my mother cooked a little later than usual because she was not feeling well. By the time the meal was served, I was already hungry. However, this time, my mother did not urge me to eat immediately as usual, but said apologetically: "Baby, Mom is not feeling well today, and she is late for cooking, so you can eat first." I looked at my mother's slightly tired face, felt distressed for a while, and hurriedly said, "Mom, go and rest, I'll wait for you to eat together." Mom was a little surprised, and then a hint of emotion flashed in her eyes.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that in fact, my mother did not blindly ask me to eat immediately, she also had special circumstances, and she also needed my understanding and care. Since then, I have learned to understand my mother's hardships and hardships.
Another time, a guest came to the house. Mom prepared a large table of sumptuous dishes, and everyone sat around and talked and laughed. However, when my mother called everyone to dinner, I noticed that the guests didn't seem to be in a hurry to move their chopsticks, but chatted for a while. Curious, I asked one of the guests, "Why don't you eat first?" The guest smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to eat, it's good for everyone to chat together and enjoy the reunion." I listened and it dawned on me. It turns out that eating is not only to fill the stomach, but also a social activity, a kind of emotional exchange.
Since then, I've started to try to not only focus on the food itself, but also talk to my family and friends and share each other's lives and feelings when eating. I've found that such meal times become more fun and meaningful.
However, the good times did not last long, and new problems arose between me and my mother. As the pressure of my studies and work increases, sometimes I forget to eat because I am busy. My mother saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, and she began to urge me to eat again. I understand my mother's concern, but sometimes I really can't find time.
Once, I didn't eat properly for several days because I was rushing to a project. Mom finally couldn't help it and threw a tantrum at me: "How can you not take care of your body like this? How can you do without eating? I also said impatiently, "Mom, I'm really busy and don't have time." Hearing this, my mother was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Child, my mother knows that you are busy, but your body is the capital of the revolution, and you can't ignore your body just because you are busy." I looked at my mother's worried eyes, filled with guilt.
Since then, I've been trying to adjust my time and try to find time to eat well. I would also call my mom and tell her I would take care of myself. Mom still nags, but I can feel her care and love.
In this process, I gradually understood a truth: the "contradiction" with my mother in the matter of eating actually reflects our different attitudes and values towards life. While my mother focused on family reunion and health, I focused more on personal development and freedom. But that doesn't mean we can't understand and tolerate each other. Through constant communication and exchange, we can find a balance that makes our lives more harmonious and beautiful.
Over time, I also grew up, left home, and started my own independent life. In the days outside, I often think of the meals my mother cooked, and the "conflicts" that we used to have because of eating. Those memories have now become the warmest corner of my heart.
Once, when I came home from vacation, my mother cooked a hearty meal as usual. When I sat at the dining table and looked at my mother's busy figure, my heart was full of emotion. I said to my mom, "Mom, thank you for everything you've done for me over the years. The mother smiled and said, "Silly child, thank you, as long as you are healthy and happy, your mother will be satisfied." ”
At that moment, I suddenly noticed that my mother seemed to have aged a lot. There were already a few silver strands in her hair, and there were a few more wrinkles on her face. I realized that I could no longer be as headstrong and ignorant as before, and I wanted to cherish the time I spent with my mother more and take good care of her.
Since then, every time I go home, I will take the initiative to help my mother with some housework, chat with her, and go for a walk. I would share my experiences and feelings outside with my mom, and I would also listen to her stories and heart. Our relationship became closer and more harmonious.
Nowadays, whenever I think of the "conflicts" with my mother over mealtime, I can't help but laugh out loud. The questions that once bothered and confused me have now become valuable assets on my growth path. They have taught me to understand and tolerate, and to cherish and be grateful.
In the days ahead, I believe that my mother and I will encounter various challenges and difficulties, but I also believe that we will be able to get through them together. Because there is a deep love and trust between us, which is our strongest backing.
Let us continue on the path of life, with love and courage, to meet every new challenge and opportunity. No matter how many storms lie ahead, as long as we have love in our hearts and the support of our families, we will be able to move forward bravely and create a better future of our own.
Life goes on, and so does the story. There may be a new chapter in the "eating conflict" between me and my mother, but I believe that it will be a warmer and more touching chapter. Let's look forward to it......