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Introduction: I picked up my 57-year-old mother to come to the National Day, and she rushed to work for only three days to make me collapse: unfilial piety is also forced
My name is Wang Jun, and recently, I received a phone call from my uncle, who revealed his deep concern for my mother who lives alone in her hometown and her life is not easy. The call was like a cold wind that blew into my heart and made me deeply uneasy.
Since the death of her father, her mother seems to be shrouded in an invisible haze, and her personality has become withdrawn and resilient, preferring to immerse herself in a self-constructed quiet world. I have repeatedly offered to take her to us to enjoy her old age, but she has repeatedly refused, and she always insists on her deep affection for her homeland on the grounds that she is concerned about the vegetable garden and a few poultry in her home.
As the National Day approached, I quietly embarked on the road home without any notice, and my heart was full of self-evident thoughts and care for my mother. The car slowly drove into the entrance of the village, and the winding path led me in the direction of home.
Before I pushed the door out, the familiar and warm figure of my mother was the first to come into view, she was full of smiles, almost trotting forward to meet her, the voice of "my son is back, I know it is you as soon as I hear the footsteps" like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelled the fatigue of my journey.
My mother carefully took off my shoes with her hands that were full of the marks of time, and busily brought fresh fruits, and even mentioned that she would cook for me and prepare my favorite sauerkraut stewed bones for me.
I hurriedly dissuaded and proposed to go out to eat together and share the joy of family, but my mother's insistence was like the persistence in her heart, so I had to obey in the end. After some hard work, I finally persuaded her to get into my car, and at that moment, I could feel the complex emotional fluctuations in her heart.
On the way home, my mother's laughter filled the car, and she repeatedly mentioned those memories of stewed bones with sauerkraut, revealing endless love and expectation for me. I couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my heart, regretting that I hadn't been able to bring my mother to her side sooner rather than later, so that she would not be lonely.
Before arriving at the community, I had already arranged for my wife to wait here, planning a family out to enjoy a hearty dinner. However, the arrival of the mother once again shattered our plans.
She resolutely opposed eating out and insisted on cooking herself, and that dedication and love for the family made me and my wife speechless. In the end, we had to respect her decision and let her go to the market to buy ingredients.
Time passed slowly, my mother walked back and forth between the market and our home, and we were a little anxious because of hunger. My wife whispered that she might be able to make another plan, but I know my mother's personality and she won't change easily once she decides.
Two and a half hours later, my mother finally made the dish, but this big table of dishes, we have no appetite to eat, my mother likes to eat sour, so each dish is added vinegar, even if it is sauerkraut stewed big bones, it is full of vinegar, the sauerkraut is sour enough, what do you add vinegar for, I frowned, but I can't live up to my mother's kindness, so I can only eat it.
That meal, only my mother feasted, we didn't eat well at all, my wife wanted to order takeout, but I held it down, if I really ordered takeout, but it chilled my mother's heart, and I couldn't do it.
Mother is really very diligent, after eating, she brushed the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned up the kitchen, refused to rest after finishing the work, and had to sweep and mop the floor at night, when mopping the floor, she was still there and muttered: "Oh, this ground is too dirty, you have to keep it well." When she said this, her wife bit her lip and did not speak.
I hurriedly changed the topic, but my mother didn't eat the oil and salt, and she said it vigorously, and scolded me. "Son, it's not that my mother said you, you can't just care about work, you don't have a life, you look at your clothes, they don't look good, what kind of pants are these, you look like bean sprouts when you wear them." The wife snorted coldly and turned back to the room.
The next day, my mother actually removed the sofa, cleaned it piece by piece, removed the curtains, and washed everything that could be washed. My mother's waist is not good, so when I do work for a while, I lie down and rest, and then I will do it again. I really didn't think it was necessary, so I smiled and persuaded: "Mom, I picked you up for fun, not for work, why bother?" ”
When we arrived at the restaurant, my mother still didn't allow us to go out to eat, and we had to cook and add a lot of vinegar, but my wife only sniffed it, and then got dressed and wanted to go out. The mother squinted her eyes and said, "You let her go." My wife finally left, and after leaving, she sent me a message: "I'm going to stay at my mother's house for a few days." ”
After the wife left, the mother seemed to be driven by some force, and the housework became more and more frequent, like a tireless spinning top, spinning in every corner of the house. While she was working, she muttered to herself that her back hurt, and her tenacity and persistence made people both admire and feel distressed.
In the face of my mother's meticulous care and hard work, my heart is complicated and indescribable. I know that everything my mother does is out of deep love and expectation for me, but when this love manifests itself in the form of excessive household chores, I can't help but feel confused.
We have long been able to take care of ourselves, and our daily life is well organized, but my mother still insists on doing everything herself.
One day, during the meal, I offered to eat out to try to share some of the hard work for my mother. When my mother heard this, although she was reluctant, she hesitated because of financial considerations. In my urgency, my words may be a little intense, and I bluntly said that the food at home is better than tasting vinegar water directly, which is intended to make my mother feel my persistence.
When my mother heard this, she was as ashamed as a child and silent, and at that moment, I felt remorse, quickly apologized to my mother, and insisted on taking her to a popular restaurant nearby.
During the banquet, the mother smiled, the satisfaction and happiness were overflowing, and when parting, she still did not forget to pack the leftovers carefully, and even the soup did not want to be missed, laughing that this is a good product for making rice. Although I tried to dissuade me, I was deeply touched by my mother's simplicity and frugality.
When she returned home, her mother once again devoted herself to endless labor, and even the old things that had not been touched for a long time were turned out by her one by one and taken care of in a new look. This scene lasted for more than three days, and finally my wife and I felt unbearable.
The wife was on the other end of the phone, with tears rippling, telling about the embarrassment and helplessness encountered at her mother's house, looking forward to the return date. Knowing that continuing like this was not a long-term solution, I summoned up the courage to convey the news of my wife's imminent return to my mother, begged her to understand, and to suspend household chores to celebrate the festive season.
When the mother heard this, she still buried herself in the work at hand, and responded lightly, she did not blame her daughter-in-law, housework is a matter of responsibility, and when everything is in order, she will let us maintain it by ourselves.
At that moment, I was in mixed moods and silent. Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly handed me nail clippers and was concerned about my personal hygiene, but this unintentional act was like Mars hitting the earth, which detonated my pent-up emotions for a long time.
Impulsively, I pushed my mother's hand away, and expressed my dissatisfaction and desire for independence in fierce words. In the midst of the dispute, the mother packed her bags and chose to return to her hometown.
In the evening, my uncle's phone call came like timely rain, he patiently listened to my complaints, I told him all kinds of things my mother was wrong, and finally said: "She is like this, I am not filial and I am forced."
Then he pointed out earnestly that no matter what, my mother's original intention was for our good, and there should be more respect and understanding between her words.
I calmed down, reflected on my actions, and became aware of my impulsiveness and gaffes. In order to express my apologies and gratitude, I immediately transferred 5,000 yuan to my mother, and at the same time, I began to question in my heart, perhaps, I was really too stubborn to fully understand the heavy maternal love.
Friends, do you mean that I don't accept my mother's affection or that my mother is too stubborn? What should I do? #固执的母亲##月圆话中秋#
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