On a sunny afternoon, I went to deliver clothes to my mother as usual. When I opened the door, my mother was standing at the window in a daze, and when she heard the movement, she turned around and greeted me into the house with a smile.
I walked over and habitually tried to help her fix her hair and collar, but she dodged my hand, smoothed the placket herself, and raised her hand to fix her hair that was a little messy because of dodging.
I was stunned, and some inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart.
In fact, this is not the first time such a thing has happened. I remember when I was a child, every time I went to play with my mother, she always smiled and opened her hands to welcome me into her arms. I could tell her anything, and she would listen quietly all the time, and then gently wipe the tears and snot from my face with her large, warm, dry hands......
Time flies, I grow up unconsciously**, and my mother's sideburns are gradually graying. She still loved me as much as she always did, but I noticed that she didn't "spoil" me as much as she used to in many of the little things—no longer holding my hand, no longer patting me on the back, and even avoiding ...... when I tried to fix her hair
I know she's respecting my independence, but I can't help but feel a little sad.
In order to divert my attention, I cleared my throat and said to my mother with a smile on my face, "Come, I have ironed all these clothes for you, and they are just right for spring." ”
Mom took the clothes, touched the texture, and her eyes were a little excited: "Good boy, it's so caring, it's not in vain that mom worked hard to raise you......”
When I heard this, my nose was sore, and tears came out of my eyes. There were so many complicated emotions surging at this moment, I couldn't bear it a little, so I could only cover my mouth and sob.
When my mother saw me like this, she hurriedly came over and took my hand, her face full of self-blame: "Did Mom say something wrong?" Didn't you say that you were intimate, why did you cry like this? ”
I shook my head, wiped away my tears, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "No, you didn't say the wrong thing. It's just ......It's just that I was a little excited to hear you suddenly praise me. ”
The mother breathed a sigh of relief, and said to herself: "Hey, our daughter, why do you cry so easily, when I was a child, I couldn't cry if I praised it a little......."”
When I heard this, my nose was sour again, and tears welled up in my eyes again.
Seeing this, my mother also had red circles in her eyes, she sighed, took out a tissue and gently wiped my tears: "Okay, okay, mom won't say it, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry......."”
I choked up and nodded, trying to hold back my tears.
Actually, I don't really understand why I cry so easily.
Maybe it's because of my mother's compliments that I feel a sense of need.
Maybe it's because of my mother's self-blame that I feel full of love for me;
Or maybe it's because this image reminds me of my childhood—remembering that my mother always coaxed me softly, even if I was messing around or making her worry; Thinking of mom for me.
Warm hands that wipe away tears; Thinking of my mom, even though I was naughty, she never really blamed me ......
All kinds of emotions were intertwined, and I couldn't control the waves in my heart, so I could only let the tears pour out.
In fact, I also envied other girls who could get along with their parents without changing their faces, but I always had red circles in my eyes because of a little thing.
I used to feel inferior to my sentimentality; But I later realized that it was because I was easily moved and sad that my world was more colorful.
I'll be happy when a flower blooms, I'll lose my mind at a butterfly flying, and I'll even cry because of a fictional character in a movie.
I feel everyone's joys and sorrows, and I feel the bits and pieces of this world.
Yes, I admit that I cry easily. But it's also how I stay passionate and sensitive about the world.
So, I no longer feel sorry or have low self-esteem for my sentimentality. If you love to cry, cry, tears will wash the soul and keep it clear.
When I sat side by side with my mom in the sun, she gently patted my hand just like she did many years ago; As I leaned into her warm arms and listened to her familiar heartbeat, I knew that the touching and happiness of this moment was the most precious gift of my life.