How many times have you misunderstood your mother?

As soon as I arrived at the company, I heard a colleague complain that he had a fight with his mother yesterday. The reason was that she bought a dress for her mother, which cost more than five hundred. I thought that my mother would smile, put on colorful clothes, and turn twice in front of the mirror. Unexpectedly, I got scolded for a while. Why are you spending money indiscriminately? You still have to pay off the mortgage. Why don\’t you know how to save money? I am an old woman and can wear anything. You should dress better… My colleague said, feeling dizzy for a while, and then they started arguing. . After finishing the meal in a muffled voice, we parted unhappy. She said, why is my mother so indifferent? I have never worn or tasted good ones in my life. I happily bought her some clothes, but even got cold water thrown on her. Never buy anything for her again! Finally, she said something bitterly. At this time, a sister who was older than us laughed and said that you are just too young to understand the thinking and lifestyle of my mother\’s generation. Whose money do you spend on clothes? your. Who did you save the money for? yourself. She didn\’t get a single point. I feel sorry that you have a hard time earning money, and I feel sorry that you have to raise children and pay off your mortgage. You still say that about her. It really broke her heart. When my colleague heard this, he smiled sheepishly. Yes, we only think about our own disappointment and sadness after being \”rejected\” by our mother. Have we ever thought about her sadness and sadness after \”slandering\” our mother? In this era where everything is about profit and efficiency, who can think about you all the time? People of my parents\’ generation, due to limitations of experience, thinking and lifestyle, may not be able to \”receive and give rationally\” and always habitually say \”I don\’t want it, I have it, don\’t spend money randomly, save it\”. It’s hard to avoid feeling irritable if you listen too much. Think about it carefully, except your parents, who cares about you? I remember taking my mother and son to Beijing two years ago. My son’s height is just at the critical point of 1.2 meters, so I didn’t buy a ticket for him. He hadn\’t taken a train for more than half a year, and he didn\’t realize that it was time for him to buy a half-ticket. Entering the station and taking the bus went smoothly, but I was stopped by the ticket inspector when I exited the station. He said that his son was 1.2 meters tall and needed to pay for the ticket. When my mother saw that it would cost more than 100 yuan to make up for one step, she gave up. I started discussing with the ticket inspector. Look at my child. He is thin and looks tall. In fact, he is not even 1.2 meters tall. We have come all the way here, just let us go. The conductor said expressionlessly, \”Didn\’t you just measure it?\” Exactly 1.2 meters. According to regulations, half the vote must be made up. My mother wanted to say something else, so I pulled her back and said, isn’t it just over a hundred yuan? Make up one. Besides, the child is indeed 1.2 meters tall. My mother got angry at me. Isn’t one hundred yuan money? You\’ve been able to get through it all the way, but now you can\’t get through it? Besides, the child is just 1.2 meters tall, not over. Why do I need to make up my vote? There were so many people coming and going around me that I really felt like crying and wanted to have a big quarrel with her. I left my mother and son alone and went to make up for the tickets. When I came back, my mother still felt sorry for the more than one hundred yuan. I couldn\’t help but yelled at her, \”Isn\’t it just a hundred yuan?\” You\’re not done yet, are you? I would happily take you out to play. Now my mood is completely ruined. Don’t go out together again! My mother saw that I was losing my temper and whispered, \”You worked the night shift so hard, and the night shift fee is only a few dozen.\”piece. It’s not easy to make money, and you have to raise children and pay off the mortgage. I hid if I could. Hearing what she said made me so angry and funny. In the opinion of the ticket inspector, one hundred yuan is a \”moral\” issue. In my opinion, it is a \”face\” issue. In my mother\’s opinion, it is your \”difficulty\”. Even for you, a few hundred dollars is nothing, just a piece of clothing and a meal, just a snap of your fingers online. However, for some parents, like mine, who have worked hard all their lives and earned a meager income, selling a hundred catties of cabbage for one hundred yuan (one yuan per catty), and doing a day job for one hundred yuan (at six in the morning) to 6 p.m.), 100 yuan will cost you 200 kilograms of nails (50 cents per kilogram, eight hours a day, starting in two days). They are reluctant to spend money, and from their point of view, it is very reasonable. I don’t know how many times we have misread our mother without realizing it. Her appearance has been ravaged by time, but we interpret her as \”vulgar\”, \”stingy\” and \”bad-tempered\”. I watched a TV series many years ago. It tells the story of a boy who felt that his face had been disgraced and his dignity had been lost because his mother was good at \”swearing on the street\”. He studied hard and had excellent grades, but had a difficult relationship with his mother throughout his teenage years. He hated his mother for being irritable and vulgar, and hated her for being businesslike and rude. In today’s terms, one does not accept one’s “original family.” Ever since he was sensible, his attitude towards his mother has been very bad. The mother didn\’t take it seriously and was still full of business spirit. She still shouted loudly in the vegetable market, argued loudly with others, and cursed those who bullied them loudly, \”without caring\” about his feelings. He was lonely and angry inside. Later, he was admitted to a very good university in the provincial capital. Finally, I was far away from my family, my mother, and a life that made me unable to hold my head high. During the four years of college, he rarely went home. I say it\’s to save money, but actually I want to escape from the disgust I feel for my mother and the curse I feel for my environment. He studied hard, worked hard, kept himself busy, and was not ashamed of thinking about the past, nor was he hurt by comparing himself with his classmates. After graduating from college, he stayed in the provincial capital. There were no telephones then. Before he officially started work, he went back home. The weather in August was unbearably hot, and I wrinkled my nose as I walked through the market stalls where the smell of dead fish lingered, looking for my mother. From a distance, he saw two men, cursing and tearing at his mother\’s vegetable stall. What do you mean, if you don’t pay, you won’t be allowed to sell vegetables. My mother yelled, \”If I don\’t sell vegetables, what will I sell?\” It also costs money for a son to marry a wife. Didn’t I pay the money last month? Looking at my mother with disheveled hair, exhausted, lonely and helpless. The two men were full of foul language, brutal and arrogant. He felt his blood surge up, and he rushed forward and shouted: \”If you don\’t want to sell her, she won\’t sell her! She is my mother, I will raise her!\” That battle blinded the eyes of all the bullies. He turned around and saw his mother, who was accustomed to being \”strong and vulgar\”, secretly rubbing her eyes with her hand that was stuck to the cabbage gang. He finally understood that in these years, it was the hardships of life that made his mother \”perseverant\” and \”strong\”, it was the bitterness of the bottom that fed his mother\’s \”vulgarity\” and \”irritability\”, and it was the financial constraints that gave birth to his mother\’s \”carelessness\”. ” and “stingy”. But his mother\’s tenderness towards him was exchanged forTen years of resentment. He shed tears of regret for his \”ignorance\” and used his subsequent actions to change his mother\’s situation. Balzac said that a mother\’s heart is an abyss, and in its deepest part you will always be forgiven. No matter how many times you misunderstand your mother, she will forgive you infinitely. Maybe her behavior makes you uncomfortable, but put yourself in her shoes. You can\’t change it, but you can accept it.