After breakfast, I went downstairs with my mother. She meets her old friends every day somewhere in the community.
My eighty-five-year-old mother
was walking and chatting. There was an apricot tree in front of the unit, which bore a lot of apricots. It was now in its mature period.
The cleaning staff was beating apricots with a pole, and the yellow apricots fell on the floor. A young woman gave my mother a few apricots, and she was very happy.
Mom and My Shadow
Actually, she also wanted to participate in the activity of picking apricots, but it was difficult for the elderly to bend down, so she just stood and watched others picking them up, with eyes full of envy, like a child.
walked over, and my mother said: "The apricots that fell in the soft soil of the garden should not be broken. The ones that fell on the cement road were all rotten. In the past, your Aunt Cao and the others, I and I, Go in and pick it up, and the ones you pick up are pretty good.”
This is the "Red Lady" apricot I bought
"You can't eat it, and you won't eat it. It doesn't matter if it's rotten or not, just accept whatever they give you," I said.
"Yes, people gave me good intentions. They gave it to me, and I accepted it, but in my heart, I felt that they thought I was incapable, so they gave it to me."
paused for a while, and my mother said: "Sometimes, I feel that when I accept what others give me, in the eyes of others, I am powerless, weak, and old." The mother who wants to be strong has a stubborn but helpless look in her eyes.
No wonder, my mother, who is no longer agile, watches us busy at work. She has to boil water, smooth sheets , and arrange the snack bags on the coffee table. She's looking for a balance where she can still function.
I wonder if there are elderly people in your family. Are they unwilling to admit defeat? But because of my advanced age, I have a lot of helplessness?
