Mother's shoulder pain
Text/Jiang Yanwei
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Lately I've been having back pain, sometimes my shoulders wrinkled, sometimes my waist sore. After doing the housework today, my body was so uncomfortable, I sat on the bed and asked my son to help me pinch it. The nine-year-old son's hand already had a certain strength, and after kneading it for a while, I felt a lot more relaxed, but I wanted him to continue for a while, but the son said at this time: "Mom, is it okay?" I'm so tired"! It was this sentence that immediately reminded me of when I was a child, my mother always let me help her pinch her shoulders and beat her back, and when pinching, she always thought that I used a small amount of strength, and always let me pinch her and buckle hard into the bone. The little me couldn't hold on to much and stopped tiredly, and my mouth was still muttering that I was tired, and I was still thinking about how my back hurt, how I would be sore, because I didn't have similar feelings, so I always didn't understand. Now that I am about to reach the age of confusion, a familiar sentence from my son pulls my thoughts back to the past.
My mother, like me, was a people's teacher, and when she first joined the work, her salary was only 29.5 yuan, and she supported the elderly to raise children, and her life was poor. For as long as I can remember, my mother and father's pants had green cloth patches on their knees and buttocks, and although their clothes were worn, they were always washed neatly and clean by their mothers. Because there was no one to take care of me as a child, my mother waited for my mother quietly at the door of the classroom or behind the classroom when I was giving lessons to the students. Because of my young age, I still vaguely remember my mother standing on the podium lecturing to the students, and this scene has always remained in my memory. But it was also from then on that I saw that my mother shouldered the mission of teaching and educating people, and the profession of teacher took deep roots in my young soul.
Maybe at that time, my mother already had shoulder pain.
Later, I went to elementary school, moved, and my mother changed schools to teach. I was studying well, and at that time, there were many lottery competitions, and my mother used her bicycle to drive me to other schools to participate in various competitions every time. I sat in the back seat of my mother's car, because my arms were not long enough to wrap around my mother, I could only hold my mother's clothes tightly, and my mother was a little backward when she was pulled by me, and I snuggled up to my mother's thin and warm back. Her feet pedaled hard, and I repaid my mother with good results every time. All I saw was my mother's kind and determined gaze, and she might have long ignored my pulled back and tired sore legs.
Later, I went to high school, went to college, and the number of times I met my mother became less and less, but every time I met, I had to help her pinch her back and rub her shoulders, but I lasted a little longer, with a little more intensity, and a little less complaining. And as the years went on, I ignored my mother's growing gray hair and wrinkles and her back, which was no longer straight.
Later, I got married, had a son, and had a daughter. I don't know why I always prefer my daughter, always afraid that she will not eat well, wear warm clothes, afraid of bumping, afraid of touching, perhaps in the mother's emotions at that time, I am also afraid of the girl's wronged bar. And I have long been accustomed to my mother's love.
Today my shoulder hurts, and I think of my mother again. But it's been almost nine years since she left me.
She rarely came to my dreams, but I missed her very much. The Mulan tram that was promised to her when I was young has finally become my regret. I don't know if her back, which I used to pull back, will still be sore, and if it hurts, someone will help her pinch it. If life had been reincarnated, she would have been nine years old, as carefree as my son.
The cut umbilical cord, the slammed door, I said goodbye to you again and again, but you spent your whole life telling me to be careful on the road; you tried your best to give birth to me and raise me, and I received your last month's salary with a cremation certificate; you built a spacious and bright house for me to live in a once-warm home, and I could only put you in the cold ancestral hall and could not see you several times a year.
Like you, I also have my own children as a mother, and I have continued your career, and I have taken over the dream of teaching and educating people to continue to complete it for you.
I also finally felt the reason for my mother's shoulder pain.
【About the author】Jiang Yanwei, bachelor degree, bachelor of science, graduated from Liaocheng University, secondary and primary school teacher, is currently working in Xinting Yixinyuan Primary School. As a primary school mathematics teacher, I am willing to lead students to grow up with my heart and be a good teacher and friend for my children. Educational motto: Teachers and students grow together, and education is a practice in which teachers and students complete each other.