Mother, forgive your son before he understands you

　　After the Spring Festival, probably because of excessive holiday work, my mother's leg pain intensified, looking at my mother's pain, my wife and I advised her to go to the hospital for a checkup, but my mother is always superstitious, saying that not out of the first month of the 15th is the New Year, it is not good to go to the hospital, will be unlucky. I was repeatedly persuaded to no avail, so I had to admit my mother's nature. This matter also gradually faded after I went to work, just letting my wife care more. It was not until after the 15th, that my mother's "little sister" - my sister, let my brother-in-law pulled to the hospital for a checkup. I learned from my wife's mouth that my mother was a little reluctant, saying that she would like me to accompany her to the examination. I didn't care, I thought it was the same for anyone, it was a checkup anyway, besides, my son-in-law is also half a child, and he should also do his filial duty. My wife blamed me, a son like me is considered to have been raised for nothing. I retorted that it was enough to have a good daughter-in-law. So for the second time, I let my wife accompany my mother to the hospital because of the so-called busy work. The third time, my mother almost pleaded with me and said: are you that busy? If not, you can accompany me to work after the injection, and I will take the bus back by myself. My mother's words made me feel more ashamed than ever, and what made me feel even more guilty was the treatment process in the hospital.

　　The noisy outpatient hall is filled with people in a hurry with sad faces and listless lamentations, the latter are patients, the former are naturally family members of patients, and there are also people with smiles on their faces, needless to say, people who have been cured or family members, there are also people with tears on their faces who are thankful and shed tears, there are also people who bow their heads and beg, the disease makes people helpless, all the things on earth, sorrow and happiness exist. I shuttled through them to mechanically pay for the medicine, and left and returned in the doctor's numb eyes. The mother has long been ready for the injection, and my work is also done, since I think the consultation room is not allowed to idle people and family members, I want to leave, in fact, frankly I am also afraid to see the long needle into the mother's knee. This is when my mother spoke up and called me by my maiden name and said, "Come here, come on my side, I'm scared! I sat timidly by my mother's side, not knowing how to comfort her. However, when my mother timidly closed her eyes and jumped into my arms like a child, my fragile tear ducts instantly collapsed, and my moist eyes instantly hazed the reality of the scene, I clutched my mother's hands and pressed my face deep into her head full of silver hair. Like my mother loved me back then, I gently reassured her in her ear: It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, relax, it's okay. My mother was trembling slightly, her hands became cold, there was no reply, just a moan and a gentle nod of the head. My mother was old and curled up in my arms like a scared baby. This moment I remembered when I was a child, if I was frightened, I would cry and run home, head first into my mother's arms, hugging her mother howling and crying, my mother stroked my head heartily, always comforting me in the same way, "not afraid, not afraid, mother beat him, good boy do not cry!" After saying this, she tugged my two little ears with both hands, and the monk chanted the scriptures in a squeaky voice: the dog squeaked; the cat squeaked; the child was scared and did not squeak, come home and sound! Every time my mother reads the words, I feel like I have been blessed by some spiritual god, choking and burying my head in my mother's arms, also like my mother today, nodding gently, then the fear is gone, always safe and sound.

　　At the moment, my mother is calmly lying in my arms, relaxed as if she is asleep. Yes! What better place for a mother to be than in the arms of her son? The clinic room was suffocatingly quiet as if the only sounds were my mother's tight breathing and my "thumping" heartbeat. I stole a glance, the doctor's needle is still in the mother's knee free, mother's leg in irregular spasms, apparently because of the pain, close to my chest forehead slightly seeping beads of sweat. The mother clutched my clothes, fearing that there was no more to rely on. I hugged my mother even tighter, fearing that she would be hurt in another way. Now all I can do is this, how I would like to be able to love myself as much as my mother did when I was a child, but also have magical powers, chanting coo a spell to dissolve the sickness. I closed my eyes and choked up several times, allowing tears to swirl in my eyes. I gently patted my mother's back, just as my mother patted me to sleep back then. In the days when there were no electric fans and air conditioners, my mother patted me with one hand and slowly shook the fan with the other, allowing me to drift off to sleep in the coolness. The mother has completely relaxed, without the slightest tension, the muscles are relaxed, the syringe delivery is also much more comfortable, and soon the injection is completed. The mother raised her head, her face flushed, swirling with smiles and happiness. The whole process lasted about five or six minutes, but it was in these short minutes that I understood my mother's heart. Why my mother insisted that I accompany her to the hospital, I understood what her needs were! Not buying gifts, supplements, and money for the mother, the mother can be happy, the mother needs not material satisfaction, but spiritual comfort, the mother's greatest happiness is to let her son spend more time with her.