Having a mother at home is like having a treasure

A few days ago, my mother celebrated her 78th birthday and will soon enter the age of octogenarians. In my mother's own words, it is terrible to have lived for seventy or eighty years. It is said that modern people's living and medical conditions have improved, and there are many people in their 80s and 90s. But if you think about my mother's words carefully, eighty years, more than half a century, is indeed a long time, and even a little thoughtful. Extremely scared.

This is not to say that my mother is a pessimist. On the contrary, she loves life and has a wide range of interests. She suffers from a variety of chronic diseases and takes several medicines every day, but she is never afraid of trouble. No matter what happens, she never forgets to take her medicine. This really saves us a lot of trouble as children. She exercises every day, takes a walk after meals, and walks around the house when the weather is bad, going back and forth again and again, making me feel dizzy. Mom likes to travel, but she can’t go alone, so we can only rely on us to take her out. Every time I ask her if it’s a long way to go somewhere, my mother always says yes. Every time I play, I am in high spirits. My mother was a middle school student in the 1950s, and she was somewhat literate. When she was young, she was obsessed with Dream of Red Mansions. When she got older, she became obsessed with Tang poetry. She would memorize one or two poems every day. She never tired of it and said it was a good exercise. Memory, we often see three hundred Tang poems with rough edges on the bed and table at home...

To say that what fascinates my mother the most is opera. She likes Henan Opera, Pu Opera, Yue Opera, and Huangmei Opera. The TV at home is almost always on the drama channel, and it never bothers her. Talking about some famous opera masters, there are many family treasures, and their surnames are clear. A few years ago, I took my mother to watch the Qinqiang opera "Xijing Story" in Beijing. She still remembers that the male protagonist is Li Dongqiao, and she would say from time to time that maybe this play left a deep impression on her.

Maybe it’s because I like reading, maybe it’s because I like going to the theater, maybe it’s because I have rich life experience, and my mother has a lot of slang in her mouth. When I was cooking in the suburbs, she taught me how to make a fire, saying, "People should be solid, and fire should be hollow." Yes, only when it is hollow can more air be taken in and the fire can be strong, but this is also very strange when it is connected with people. When someone is said to be thin, he or she must have eaten less. My mother said, "Fat comes from the mouth." I only know that "one autumn rain and one cold", and I don't know when my mother added "Wear cotton for ten autumn rains". I was stunned when I heard it, and I thought, ten autumn rains? Can you do it?

My mother grew up in a middle-peasant family. My grandfather was hard-working and capable, and my grandmother was diligent and thrifty in running the house. The family life of a small-scale peasant economy was enjoyable, and even had a bit of the sophistication of that era. For example, most of the clothes I wear are made by my grandma who spins and weaves the cloth and then sews it herself. But my grandma has to dye the cloth into various colors, and some of them have to be printed or embroidered with flowers. My mother once wore purple-flowered coarse trousers, and they look pretty even when I think about them now. Perhaps because of this, my mother's basic housework skills are quite solid, and she can do whatever she wants. When we were young, which one of us sisters could eat and wear without mom's hands? But life was difficult at that time, and we couldn't pay attention to anything, so mom couldn't show off any skills she had. Now that life is better and we pay more attention to the fun and mood of life, my mother has given us one little surprise after another.

During the Spring Festival, I still have to steam my own steamed buns in my hometown in the countryside. The steamed buns made by myself are hygienic and delicious. One time, my mother got excited. In addition to making the buns round and even, she also kneaded a lot of flower buns, including little rabbits, little mice, etc., which were lifelike. Watching my mother kneading it and combing it with a small comb, a little mouse was ready in no time. It didn’t seem difficult, so I tried to do it, but no matter how I made it, it was not the same. Either the proportions were wrong, or it was asymmetrical, and it was awkward and unpleasant. Then I suddenly realized that it is not a simple shape. , that’s not a day’s work.

My mother is good at sewing. I remember the little cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers that my daughter’s grandma made for her when she was a child. They fit warm and beautiful, and were like a small piece of art. I can be considered a half-artistic middle-aged woman. One day, on a whim, I bought a piece of white cloth and made some handkerchiefs. I planned to embroider the edges with colorful threads. My mother and I did it at the same time. There is really no harm in comparing. My mother’s sewing was even and dense, clean and beautiful, while mine was uneven and lumpy. I couldn’t accept it. Recently, my mother has started to embroider again. I bought her patterns from the Internet. She knows several stitches. She has completed one piece of work so far. It can be seen that she has good skills. By the way, she bought more than a dozen pairs of insoles last year, and each pair is so beautiful that people can't put it down.

As a working woman, my mother has worked all her life. These skills are first of all for life, and it is life that has taught her so much. She would not have thought that ordinary labor methods would bring these impacts to us. In fact, our emotions are a bit complicated. In the past, we always felt that our mother was old and we were still strong and better than her in all aspects. But suddenly one day we found that our mother was better than us in some aspects, and our hearts immediately became softer and warmer. We have become squeamish, and it seems that we have someone we can rely on. We have become children again, our mother's children, and our mother's happy children.

This feels so good! Having a mother at home is like having a treasure.