When I came from afar, my mother had been pushed into the operating room. The family waited in the corridor, looking at the mysterious and solemn door in fear and trembling. At that time, the sunshine outside the window was a bit dazzling, and I obviously felt the heat of the early summer sunshine, and my heart was roasting.
My sister said that since I was admitted to the hospital, my mother's hair turned white at once. When my mother was pushed into the operating room, she charged a few urgent things like confession, saying that the Buddha ceremony in Antang had not been returned and the Dojo in the temple had not been done yet. These are housekeeping, so remember. My sister comforted her and said, when you are finished with the operation, you can return it yourself. Hearing this, my nose is sore.
My mother was engaged in matchmaking in her later years, and an address book was full of lucky passwords. Her phone is busier than the mayor's. Miss Zhang wants a blind date, and the young king wants to send a message, which must be coordinated here. These days, although it is the internet age, it is convenient to fall in love, but white-collar workers and government officials still like the channel of matchmaker. Moreover, the mother can read and write, and the children work in the office, which gives her more trust and advantages. It is not a competitive level with those illiterate "matchmakers" in rural areas. In recent years, my mother's business has actually expanded to Wenzhou and made a brand.
I'm a little surprised about my mother's matchmaking. Mother is a simple and honest person, completely out of touch with those "matchmakers" who hang oil bottles on their mouths. Once, my mother went to a doctor in Wenzhou to see a doctor. While waiting in the corridor, she couldn't stand the lobbying of a charlatan. She spent 200 yuan to buy two vines that could only be used as firewood, saying that they were ancestral Chinese medicine and could cure all diseases. When my mother took it home, she was ridiculed by me: "At the age of being a grandmother, why is her brain still muddled?" Mother was heartbroken and hurt, wiping her tears lightly. I also deeply feel rude, with a sigh. My mother was widowed in middle age and worked hard all her life. How can I be so rude?
In my impression, my mother belongs to the kind of woman who can't do it. Nothing is qualified in the world, in dealing with people and in the kitchen. Your ability to breathe is even more impossible; Thought is as simple as a pool of clear water that won't ripple, crystal clear. The mother's character is due to her grandmother. Grandma is a very capable young woman from a big family. She is worldly-wise, she can do anything in the kitchen, and even feel the doctor's pulse, which is even worse than the doctor. Even when grandpa was in prison, everything was in good order at home and abroad. Mom has such a smart mother that everything is safe. When I get old, I become nothing, and I become someone else's mother in a muddle.
So I deeply doubt that my mother can handle this delicate and artificial blind date work. Once I asked her, "Can you deserve it?" She smiled foolishly: "Why not? Walk a few more feet. " So is my mother. Sometimes, in order to arrange blind date, she will rush to the countryside from Wenzhou city, with a journey of 70 to 80 kilometers. Mom can't take the bus, she throws up as soon as she sits. Have a hard trip. We advised her not to do it, and mother always laughed and enjoyed it.
Mother said that as a marriage, there will be an income of 4,000 yuan, which is a red envelope gift for the couple, and both men and women will share it equally. When you get married, there will be a special "thank you wine" to entertain and entertain. Every time my mother comes back from drinking, she must be flushed and in a good mood, as if she had done something important. Whenever this time, we will make fun of her to congratulate.
My mother has never been in the habit of saving money. She has a little income, except for buying shoes and socks for her granddaughter, the rest is spent on the Buddhist temple in Antang. My mother is superstitious. She said that she was widowed in middle age, but she never had it repaired in her last life. In this life, she should be more beautiful and pay more attention to Buddhism when she grows up. Since mother is so persistent, we can't say much. But we have always believed that mom can't even be superstitious and a lot of money has been cheated.
Mother has another characteristic that others don't have, that is, she is eager to learn and loves reading. She usually watches less TV, and picks up books to amuse herself in her spare time. Of course, all the books my mother reads are practical and related to life. Then, pass on what she has learned to her children. "The book says that so-and-so can't eat and children should go to bed early" and so on. And that cute look is like a primary school student, obedient to books and teachers. If her grandchildren have headaches, she always makes her own decisions, reads medical books and buys several packs of Chinese medicine to solve the problem. So every time Zhixia falls, my mother always prepares different detoxified tea and herbal tea for us to drink.
Mother not only reads books by herself, but also sends books to me. The content is generally about medical care, children's education, entrepreneurial quality, marriage management and so on. Of course, I didn't even read the book my mother gave me, and I had to coax her into saying that I had read it. I advised her not to send it. She reads more books than you, so don't waste postage. She's still the same. Once, I played a trick to stop her: "Those books are all lies!" " ""How can a book deceive people? "At the other end of the phone, my mother looked puzzled and sounded like a little girl who had just dabbled in the world, which made me laugh and cry.
I've been thinking about it for a long time, which is never explained by ordinary maternal love. My mother is an inarticulate person. When I was born at the age of sixteen, I was still an inexperienced age, so naturally I wouldn't preach some life truths. When I was older, I felt that I knew better than my mother, and my mother was more difficult to manage. So when I was forced by fate, she probably summed up a set of unique parenting methods, which not only gave me face, but also sent books to educate me. My mother often goes to some expert lectures in recent years. Whether she has some inspiration to keep pace with the times in maternal education is unknown. In fact, my mother is a person who likes to express herself in words. When she goes out to do business, she will write a note and leave a message. Just a few words can always be clear. At that time, my sister and I lived in the same town, only two miles away, but she didn't need a phone and insisted on writing to tell me something. I always thought my mother couldn't do it, but she had a unique understanding and positioning of her parenting style, which surprised me.
The afternoon sun gradually dimmed, thinking of my mother's dribs and drabs, I don't know when my eyes were wet.
The door finally opened, and after four hours of operation, my mother was pushed out of the operating room. Mother is pale and still in a coma. Four hours of major surgery removed her vital organs as a woman, and I can't imagine what kind of life disaster my mother experienced. It was a week before her family dared to tell her the cruel truth.
When I was discharged from the hospital, my mother was still in a state of extreme weakness, and she could only close her eyes and speak weakly. I don't know how to comfort my mother, leaving only a word from a man who is not very comforting: "Don't be afraid, cancer is very common now, it's nothing, as long as you take good care of it, you will get better." My mother asked my sister to take out a book from under my pillow and let me take it back to Xiamen. The title is "Being a Child's Psychologist".
I didn't refuse. I choked up and took the book. I know this is not just a book, but the heart of a poor parent. I walked out of the room, as if I were in a reed swaying wilderness, feeling the hazy softness of the western hills. That's maternal love.