Any woman is fragile inside, no matter how strong she is outside. Especially after becoming a mother. My heart is more tender and fragile, my thoughts are more and more Buddhist, I cherish flowers and plants, and I pity the life of ants. Being a mother is just another side that every mother hides. When the accident happened, she was harder than a stone. She immediately became the pillar of the family and the sky above the children.
My mother is the kind of woman who looks strong and masculine, and never gives in in words. In fact, my heart is very fragile, but I am stubborn and refuse to show it. Grandma died ten years ago, but every year when Tomb-Sweeping Day goes to the grave, her mother is too sad to get up, as if to cry out all the grievances in her heart. A man is the truest only in front of his mother.
In my childhood memory, my mother was never idle. From autumn sowing to autumn harvest, the crops in two seasons of the year are all worked by the mother. Tillage, fertilization, sowing, irrigation, weeding, weeding. Spraying, harvesting and carrying the harvested grain home are all done by the mother alone. Mother said that she would dig a tunnel to cross the river. I have seen this historical word from the sixties in old movies. There is only one woman in our village, and the villagers take care of her and arrange for her to cook in the same pot.
Mom speaks straight, does not beat around the bush, and does not understand the art of language. I follow my mother at this point, which makes it difficult for us to deal with people. My brother and sister-in-law have never been very filial and have little contact with us. Once my mother was ill, my sister-in-law bought something to visit. Mother was very happy when she saw it. She said to her daughter-in-law with a big smile on her face: How did you behave so well? This embarrassed all our observers. Originally, I wanted to praise others for their goodness, but as a result, I brought out all the bad things in the past. The speaker is not intentional to the listener. After my sister-in-law left, I reminded my mother that it was no good talking like this. Mom said, what do you know? She is a weasel who pays New Year greetings to chickens, and she is not kind. She must want to borrow money from us again. Sure enough, within a month. My brother called me to guarantee him a loan150,000.
Now my mother is seventy years old, and I am in my forties. When we are together, I feel back to the past. Mom is still the young mother, and I am still the child who didn't grow up. On Mother's Day, I went shopping with my mother. My mother won't buy anything, and she won't spend a penny on me. I want to buy a silver jewelry after visiting the jewelry store. Sixty yuan after the discount. My mother said guiltily to me: I will give you money. I didn't buy you a present when you got married, so I made it up today.
I have never heard my mother say the word "give me a gift" because she is not so melodramatic. Married 18 years, received a wedding gift from my mother, and my nose was sour. Children from poor families are full of happiness, because they can have two feet of red rope. Originally, maternal love has nothing to do with money.
My mother's affectation once had nowhere to put my heart.