Your thoughts, my years.

On the eve of Mother's Day, Brother Xiong and I discussed the blessing activities for two mothers tomorrow. After a long discussion, we finally decided on a ceremonial way.

Over the years, as long as I think of my mother, I have always felt a sense of peace in my heart.

But I wasn't raised by my mother.

My mother was pregnant with my brother when I was only six months old. Since then, my grandma and dad have been taking care of me. When I was a child, my playmate's joke "I feel that your mother loves your brother more" bothered me for many years.

So since I was a child, my brother and I have been discussing how to divide it equally among the four adults in the family. My father is mine, my mother is his, my grandmother is mine and my father is his. My ignorant brother looked at me with a puzzled face. He nodded yes to everything I said anyway.

As I grew older, I experienced many things, such as my father's car accident, my father's cancer, and my exile to other countries. I began to understand my mother's difficulties, and I also understood that she had been silent for many years but never changed in small things.

My impression of my mother is rigid, silent and reserved. She seems to be at a loss about being a mother. Many years later, I asked her, and my mother told me apologetically that her mother had left when she was very young. Actually, she doesn't know how to be a mother at all!

? Lens 1: 5 years old

My mother puts on makeup in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror at home, and I lean on her. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother put on lipstick and turned to look at me with a smile. She gently said that she would perform a magic trick for me, and I jumped up and clapped my hands and cheered.

She put my body in front of the mirror, with one hand covering my nose and mouth and the other hand covering her. Then she asked me mysteriously, "Girl, do you think you look like me?" I just look at myself and my mother in the mirror.

The same arch eyebrows are big, even the radians of eyebrows and corners of eyes are exactly the same. I am surprised! My mother pointed at my nose and said, you are the younger me in the world.

Oh! So I am another you in the world. ...

Lens 2: 8 years old

In midsummer, something suddenly grew on my head. During that time, I was hot, itchy and painful. I often roll around at home and cry for no reason, which makes my neighbors fidgety.

Every year, when it's time to take a photo with my brother, I don't take pictures because of what's on my head. As soon as my mother saw it, she cut it down and "scratched" my long hair for many years and turned it into a watermelon taro.

Strange to say, as soon as the hair is cut short, the things on the head gradually get better. My mother can't wait to drag my brother and me to the photo studio to take pictures. I pouted all the way, holding a boy's head, and reluctantly went to the photo studio. The photographer discussed with my mother how to set the gap. I secretly pulled some flowers on the fake bouquet backstage. The fake flowers were connected by wire. I gnashed my teeth and tried my best to nurse, but I still couldn't pick it out.

As soon as I turned my head, I only heard a "crack". The photographer caught my little gesture and my mother smiled gloomily.

She carefully kept the photos and single photos of my brother and me every year from birth to adulthood. She said it was a record of time, a freeze of time, so we can't lose it!

I'm glad to see the sense of ritual that my mother used to care so much about now.

Oh! Originally, I gradually became a part of you. ...

? Lens 3: 19 years old

For the first time in college, I took my best friend home. My mother, who has never been sociable and talkative, took three days off and took me and my friends to play happily in that small county.

We went to the riverside beach of the Yangtze River, climbed the green iron cow embankment, visited the sparsely populated Zhongshan Park, and ate special dishes with unique flavor ... We went to the night market for barbecue, boating and dancing, and had a good time all the way.

Sleep in the same bed with my mother at night. My mother asked me if I was doing well at home. I looked at the dark ceiling with my eyes open and gave a gentle "hmm". My mother went on to say, "No matter how much injustice you have suffered outside, you must remember that you have my father and my grandmother behind you, and we will always protect you."

I can't believe she said that. Growing up, my mother never showed her heart easily, and I never understood her expression. But I am a person who likes to express myself. My mother knows me. In order to get close to me, she is also trying to communicate with me in my way. Thought of here, I can't help arching her sideways. Mother's arms are warm, just as she said.

Oh! It turns out that I have been quietly changing you. ...

? Lens 4: 27 years old

When I went abroad, I saw the hardships of life and all kinds of situations in the world. I began to recover and look forward to my life track. After repeated thinking collision and self-examination, my independent personality began to become clearer and clearer.

I went home on holiday and slept in the same bed with my mother for a long time. With the growth of age, the relationship with my mother has become closer and closer over the years.

That night, we talked about many people, many places and many things. After chatting for half a night, we lay quietly on both sides of the bed, and I heard her tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.

My mother told me that when people reach middle age, my brother and I have grown up and have a new life. She wants to start her life again. I thought there was something wrong with her relationship with her father, so I quickly asked why.

My mother asked me unhurriedly, can women of any age have their own dreams? I told her for sure that it was so. It turns out that she has devoted her life to her father and us, and now she wants to go out, work, socialize, enrich herself and get recognition. ...

I listened to her quietly and said the thoughts that have been stirring in her heart for years. Now, without the shackles and fetters of her family, she seems to be making choices and decisions with great courage.

After my mother finished, there was a long silence. I told her categorically that I supported her decision. This time, my mother finally lived for herself. Besides the roles of mother, wife and daughter-in-law, mother is herself!

Oh! So you finally became yourself. ...

Over the years, your thoughts have warmed my years. You grow up with me, and I grow old with you!

Mom, happy holidays!

Don't worry, I will grow up well. ...