It's mother's day again.
I deeply hope that all mothers in the world will be blessed by their families on this day, spend a warm time with their families, and enjoy the happiness brought by the exclusive day.
Thanksgiving is the only theme today. I'm grateful to my parents, give my life, thank my mother, and give myself the right to be born.
No carnations, no parties, no fancy gifts. Mom will not be used to these sensational performances, but she knows the existence of mother's day from when, she may like these, but more, she needs a Thanksgiving feedback, a blessing gratification. It's just that we're not good at speaking. Let me say a light sentence: Happy Mother's Day - represents all the heartfelt thanks and blessings:
Many things in my childhood, whether right or wrong, or misunderstandings, have passed, and there is no chance to come back. Along the way, I am also indifferent and clear. I am no longer paranoid about the demand for love. Love has thousands of different performances, even though there are neglected grievances, suppressed complaints and torn dreams, but I think it is the extreme presentation of love. Use a sentence of blood thicker than water to resolve all faults. All understand. It's in the past.
Years of hard lines on Mother's face slowly grind away the edges and corners, so that wrinkles quietly spread in every part of the cheek, slowly, slowly, the face of the skin began to relax, soften the initial serious cold. The footprints of time also portray a kind smile on her face, which is no longer aggressive, and more tolerant and Euphemism between words. I was not used to it all of a sudden, because I was under her leadership, learning to be more indifferent and more reluctant to treat her. Finally, I had nothing to ask for and no longer hoped for her slightest care. In the past, such a sharp mother asked me to tell myself countless times that I was only grateful because of my kinship. I could only be grateful. In such a time, if I was abandoned by her, I would be abandoned.
But she suddenly changed. I don't know if it's because of her grandson, the loveliness of her new life, the cold stone in her heart, or what? Anyway, she changed. After I got married, or she realized why I didn't dare to tell her the news of my marriage at first, because of Mo Da's fear. I knew that she was always picky. At the end of a certain period of study when she was young, I got four or five awards The teacher praised me. When I came back, all the adults I met were appreciating me. They asked me to open up and have a look, but they didn't want to see one. When the man helped me to pick it up, he said with a smile that I was really strong. My heart was full of joy, almost overflowing, and went home hopefully. Then her heart fell to the bottom of the valley. She didn't look at it. She was not happy about other things. Later, I got a reward from my grandfather. My tears were wrapped in my eyes. I was sad to bear it Since then, I have no enthusiasm, do not want to be disappointed more than hope. But later, the result almost, in exchange for her incessant blame. From then on, I learned that she was so demanding of me. No emotional color. I think, then, she doesn't need recognition or recognition. To get married, I don't think she will be satisfied or agree, but I'm tired. I don't know what kind of life she will arrange for me, but I know that's not what I want. I remember the way she tore up my novel books. She said it was no use watching them. I remember that she found my letter in the drawer and complained about the evidence of my early love. My face was red and my ears were red. Pen pals were popular in school. They were just pen pals. Then she began to say, I have changed, I have become bad. I also despair, as you say, I even think, then I really bad it. To her, I was completely afraid, but I didn't agree with her. Then I forgot what is the respect of seniority. I didn't tell her that I was going to get married. In my hesitation, I called my father and said that I was going to get married. Then I threw my mobile card away. I can imagine my mother's shocking rebuke after she knew it, but I think it has nothing to do with me. How can she be happy? I don't bother to do it anymore.
Then she suddenly changed. I didn't adapt to her, but her attitude was negotiable. I'm not flattered, I'm just not used to
Tears will always dry, dry, no need for tears. But when I became a mother, I tried to understand her mood, stand her position to think, I found her many difficulties. Maybe, she's tired, too. Her life is full of blows. I think, when she is a child, I will treat her like she patiently brings me up. Some injuries, at the moment of causing, are doomed to have scars forever. The shadow hasn't gone yet. Love just makes that feeling lighter. Without the desire for intimacy, I would be uncomfortable with it. So, bless her gratefully, and then forgive her. It's forever mom.
Happy mother's Day!