Feelings of washing parents' feet

Mother is seventy-three this year. My mother has been in poor health for nearly ten years. First, cerebral hemorrhage, hospitalization for 20 days. Fortunately, the treatment was timely and did not leave too many sequelae, but my mother can no longer ride a bike. She suffered from cerebral embolism five years ago. Although she was treated in time this time, her mother's legs and feet became more and more clumsy. Since my mother was ill, I have returned to my hometown in the countryside more frequently than before. Before my mother got sick, she went home at will, once every few months, sometimes even in the last two months, sometimes once every two months. Supposedly, I work in the county seat and have two days off on weekends. In addition, the county seat is not far from the countryside, which is only a dozen miles away. I should go home often. However, most of the time, I spend on housework, socializing outside, and even sleeping on the Great Wall. So I seldom go home. Even so, in the eyes of my mother, I am still a sensible, diligent and filial boy. Because I also know that I don't forget to buy something delicious and useful for my parents when I go home; After returning home, I will cook, wash clothes, sweep the floor and lay things; In his spare time, he plays chess with his father and chats with his mother. When I was busy with farming, I helped my brother who farmed at home for a few days. My mother always praises me for being sensible, diligent and filial to everyone. The mother's reason is that "boys can't be so cautious." In her opinion, it seems that all boys should be born careless. So she felt very satisfied, even a little smug. After my mother was ill, I bought a sphygmomanometer and learned to take my mother's blood pressure by myself. I didn't forget to remember that my mother was ill and took medicine and injections. I tried to persuade my parents to move in with me, but my parents disagreed, saying that I was used to living in the countryside, with good air, bright and interpersonal communication. I think this city is strange, narrow and wronged. Considering that my brother and sister-in-law are taking care of their hometown in the countryside, and my father is still in good health, I will let them go. Since my mother had cerebral embolism, I went home much more diligently than before, and felt that I had done a good job, so I was still filial. Until one day. . . . . .

It was a Sunday two years ago and I decided to go home and visit my mother. Nearly ten o'clock in the morning, I came home and put my bike in the yard. My mother was not here, so I went to my mother's bedroom to look for it. I opened the curtains in my mother's bedroom and saw my mother washing her hair on the washstand by the door. Mom is fat and inactive. After cerebral embolism, her legs and feet were a little clumsy and swollen, and she felt tired after not walking much, and she became less and less active. Although the appetite has not increased, but the weight is increasing. Bending down and getting up from the sofa, these seemingly simple actions, are very difficult for mother. Wash your hair yourself, bend down, raise your hand and rub your hair hard. This is undoubtedly a very painful thing for mother. Mother gasped violently while washing hard, and her mouth was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help but gasp. I hurried forward to help my mother wash her hair. Mom doesn't have to do it herself, and she feels a little relaxed, but she still has to bow her head and bend down, which will inevitably make a panting sound because of her chest tightness. I have to speed up and try to shorten the time for washing my hair. After washing my hair, I offered to wash my mother's feet by the way. Mom refused at first, saying that it would be good to wash it herself. I said you should wash it yourself when I am not at home, and I will wash it for you when I am at home. Mother reluctantly agreed. I helped my mother sit on the edge of the kang, put the hot water in the basin under the kang and began to help her take off her shoes, socks and feet. Take off your socks after taking off your shoes, and an unpleasant smell comes to your nose. I shrugged my nose while undressing and complained to my mother, "Look how long it's been since you washed your feet. People who smoke will trip. " Mom smiled: "It's been months. It is inconvenient to bend over. I wash it every time. When I am old, I can't be so particular. " I rolled up my mother's trouser legs, and my mother moved over on the edge of the kang, only to put her feet into the washbasin with some difficulty. This is the first time in my life to wash my mother's feet. I picked up my mother's feet and my eyes felt moist: my mother's feet were obviously swollen; Rub hard and a thick pinch of soil will fall into your hands. I feel sour in my heart I don't know why I don't want my mother to see my tears, so I try to keep them in my eyes. I deeply blame myself, and even some guilt sprouted in my chest: "What a diligent, cautious and filial child." At this time, my mother's usual praise seems to be a great irony to me! Like a steel needle, it tightens my heart and stings my heart. . . . . . It hurts. . . . . . I put soap on my mother's feet, carefully rubbing and washing. After wiping, I also trimmed my mother's toenails and fingernails. Then I helped my mother put on new socks and shoes, helped her off the kang, washed her dirty shoes and smelly socks and hung them on the windowsill. Finally, pour out the dirty water after washing feet, wash the washbasin again, put it back on the washstand with clear water, and wipe up the water stains that were accidentally spilled on the floor at home when washing feet. After all this, I feel better. Mom looks particularly happy than usual and keeps saying that her legs and feet are much easier.

After that, I lay in bed at night and fell into deep meditation: where is my diligence? Where is' caution'? Where is filial piety? Think of my mother's increasingly faltering steps; Think of mother's white hair; Think about the wrinkles on my mother's face; Think of the "age spots" on my mother's hands; Think of my mother in her seventies; Remember. . . . . . Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. I was frightened by my own thoughts. I suddenly realized that people are going to die after all, and there is not much time left by my mother anyway. If I don't know how to cherish the affection between mother and son, it's a sin. Remembering the ruthlessness of the years, remembering the inevitable life and death parting between relatives in the future, and feeling helpless, can not help but make people sad and sad; I am also glad that I can realize this and know how to cherish this precious human truth that I have and can continue to enjoy. People should be optimists and face life optimistically. Since we can't keep our years and relatives, why not cherish and enjoy them when we have years and families?

Thinking of this, I'm a little optimistic. In the past two years, going home on Sunday has become a routine and habit of mine. I will go home on Sunday, or my old mother will stumble at the door, intersection and even village entrance. I don't want to disappoint my old mother, so I go home on time on Sunday. Wash your mother's hair, feet and nails on time. . . . . . Needless to say, I also invented a "patent" for my mother to wash her hair easily: let her lie flat on the kang, with soft bedding or thick blankets under her, her head sticking out of the edge of the kang, lifting the washbasin and putting a clean towel around her neck. In this way, the mother can comfortably wash her hair on her back or back. Of course, playing chess with my father, chatting with my mother, and more importantly, coming home on time. . . . . . From this, I feel a happy family. Sometimes, I will consciously freeze my voice, face and surrounding scenes when I talk to my mother, leaving them for my later memories. Although it is hard to avoid being a little sad, I think I will have less regrets in my future memories.

Let's cherish every day with affection. Feelings are fate and a gift from heaven. Friends, family is priceless! Family is really priceless! ! ! Feel her warmth, feel her happiness and feel her touch. By then, you will feel so lucky and happy. Really. . . . . .