My mother and I are friends

On Mother’s Day in 2019, I happened to meet my mother. It wasn’t that I happened to choose to visit my mother on Mother’s Day, but I happened to meet us on Mother’s Day. Why is it so confusing that it’s not that we encountered Mother’s Day, but that Mother’s Day encountered us? The last time I spent Mother's Day with my mom was 18 years ago in 2001. Since I moved to Canada at the end of 2001, I hope that I can personally give my mother a carnation every Mother's Day. This wish sounds easy, but it took me 18 years to realize this little wish.

On the early morning of Mother’s Day in 2019, my mother and I went to the flower market to choose flowers. When I was walking from one end of the street to the end, my mother finally took a fancy to a flower basket with red beans, and also fell in love with another small flower basket. I was holding a big flower basket, and my mother was holding a small flower basket. Our eyes continued to search in the ocean of colorful flowers. When we selected a small flower basket, I told my mother that these flowers were given to her and wished her a happy Mother's Day. Seeing my mother happy, my happiness was filled with inexplicable bitterness.

No amount of money can make up for the guilt of not being with my mother for 18 years. Although I will go home to see my mother every few years, I will chat with her every week, always talking about something. It's not important, what's important is seeing my mother happy, but my guilt towards my mother has never lessened.

My mother was carrying two small flower baskets, and I was helping her hold a large flower basket. As we walked, we praised the flowers in the baskets. We were like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, chatting and laughing. Wandering on the street, although we talked and laughed, my mood was still so solemn. At this time, a few drops of light rain fell from the sky. The light rain came at the right time and quietly helped me cover the tears in my eyes. The bitterness mixed with the joy just now drifted away gently with the light rain.

I really wanted to play bowling with my mother again. When I brought it up, my mother and I instantly went back to the days when we played bowling. We laughed and talked about secrets that only we two knew. At that time, my mother and I were so involved in playing that no one noticed that my mother's trouser legs were torn due to the excessive force of the ball. It was not until we came outside that a cool breeze blew, and we laughed so hard that tears flowed out.

It doesn’t matter if we don’t play bowling anymore. My mother suggested that we go see a movie, so we went to the movie theater on the top floor of the mall. I was going back and forth not knowing what to watch, and finally decided to watch a movie that had already started for 5 minutes. After the movie ended, I deliberately asked my mother what movie we watched. My mother laughed again and said that I didn’t know the name of the movie I watched. Seeing my mother smile happily, I really felt a sense of accomplishment.

Shopping is one of my mother’s favorite things. If you take a walk with your mother outdoors, your mother will feel tired. It was different when we went shopping together. We walked carefully one floor at a time, seeming to want to buy something but not wanting anything at all. Try this one and look at that one, comment that that one is too ugly, comment that this one is too exaggerated, laugh all the way around, and finally get tired of shopping. It is natural for us to find a place to eat. Eating is the most important part of shopping and cannot be neglected. We walked around and around the more than 10 snacks on the top floor. The canned noodles tasted good, and the jelly was also quite authentic. The large lamb skewers grilled in the two ovens were still not as delicious as the charcoal grilled ones. The freshly pressed ones were cold. Say it face to face.

Don’t think that my mother and I only go shopping when the weather is nice. One day we went to perm our hair together in the light rain. To be precise, my mother accompanied me to perm my hair first. Suddenly I had an idea, why can’t my mother do it? What about perming your hair? Mom looks beautiful with her hair permed. So I asked the hairdresser if the perm water was suitable for an 80-year-old man, and I discussed with my mother whether she liked perming her hair. When my mother agreed, I couldn't help but thank God, so my mother and I permed my hair together.

To be honest, my mother’s permed hair looks much better than mine. After the hair is permed, the light rain is still falling. We stood on the side of the road and took a taxi for a while. After waiting for a while, I was worried that my mother would be cold, so I asked my mother if it was okay to go home in the light rain. Mom said it was no problem, so we walked on the wet ground in the drizzle and carefully walked around the small puddles.

There was a hat on my mother's clothes, but mine didn't, so my mother hurriedly took me in from one door of the commercial building and out of the other. I watched my mother take me from one commercial building to another, slowly Moving towards home, there is no problem with my mother’s memory at all. Not only does she have a good memory but also has a good sense of direction.

There are many things to do with my mother, but there is one thing I really can’t do with her. My mother sings very beautifully. My mother sang a lot that day. When she sang "Mom in the Candlelight", I finally couldn't help humming along and recorded it seriously. When my mom and I listened to our chorus, we burst out laughing at my hilariously off-key voice.

The happiest thing about being with my mother is trying every way to make her laugh. One day we wanted to have hot pot for dinner. We didn’t order much but we still couldn’t eat it. Mom said we could take it away. I deliberately teased her to take away the cooked food. My mother couldn’t help laughing and said we wouldn’t take away the cooked food. . I continued to tease my mother and said that I wanted to go home with the pot in my arms, and my mother kept laughing like this. On the way home, my mother and I sang: "Two tigers run fast" as we walked. The two of us were like two tigers swaying left and right and sang all the way.

This time I went home to see my mother and I had a special gift for her, which was God’s blessing. My mother, like me, accepted God’s salvation and thanked God for his mercy and choice. Thank God for his salvation and care. With God’s blessing, my mother has eternal peace and joy in her heart.

Mom will always be young, I will never be old, and we will always be friends.