Your hug is better than all truth

   1 When

  he was 3 years old, he was playing in the square in front of his house, always wanting to climb high steps.

  You remind him: "Baby, it hurts to fall off the steps."

  But after you talked to the neighbor for a while, he still climbed the steps and fell from the top, so he was lying on the ground with pain. Wow crying.

  You could criticize him like your mother criticized you when you were a child: "How did I remind you that it hurts to fall down? You don't listen! Cry, cry, why cry?"

  But you thought about it, ran over and hugged him. Staying with him, holding him in his arms, and constantly stroking his back: "Baby, it must be very painful, mom knows it hurts, next time you climb higher, can you invite mom to participate together?"


  He When I was 5 years old, I was sitting at the table for dinner, spilling the food everywhere, and accidentally smashed the soup bowl.

  You hurriedly cleaned up the mess, wanting to accuse him in a frantic manner: "How many times has my mother said, put the vegetables in the small bowl in front of you, don't jab the bowl with chopsticks, just poke the bowl to the ground and break it."

  But, when you remembered that when you were a child, because you accidentally broke the bowl to pieces, you were afraid of being scolded by adults, you slowly put the rotten bowl into the trash bag, and hugged the child who had made a mistake and bowed his head silently.

  Then, he picked up the chopsticks and showed him how to pick up the dishes, how to put them in the bowl, if they can’t reach them, how to ask their mother for help, if they want to drink soup, how to put down the chopsticks first, and how to hold the soup bowl with both hands.

  3 When

  he was 7 years old, he came back from the exam and got an 83-point math paper: 45 people in the class, 30 people all got more than 90 points in the test.

  The reason why he was so low on the test was either because he didn't review the questions carefully, or because he missed one. Looking at such a simple paper and such unsatisfactory results, you really want to get furious: "Look at your class xxx, why do people get 100 points every time? You are so careless, how can you pass the university entrance exam in the future? University, what can you do?"

  But when you think about the past when you were too scared to go home because you failed in maths when you were a child, you kindly walked up to him, shook his little hand, and said, "Come on, let’s take a look at what’s wrong and look for it. Eat the 17-point little monster, and we will defeat it together!"

  He hugged you as soon as your voice fell. He blushed and said, "Mom, thank you for not blaming me. I will definitely get rid of the sloppy problems in the future. "

  4 When

  he was 12 years old, he was almost as tall as you, his voice became hoarse, his mouth grew beard, he no longer sticks to you like he did when he was a child, and he often shut himself in the room when he returned home.

  You can no longer see what is right or wrong in his homework, and his heart rarely opens to you.

  When you talked about a topic at the dinner table, when you want to discuss with him, he often rolls your eyes: "What do you know?"

  He was once tired of learning, obsessed with games, regarded teachers as enemies, parents as enemies, and learning For pain.

  Seeing him stabbing and stabbing someone, you wonder if he was born by you, and you want to rush up to slap him, then stomped and said, "I'm thrifty and work hard. Making money, how much sullenness you have suffered, getting up early and greedy the clarinet, and taking care of you, are you worthy of me?"

  But you thought about it and decided to take another approach.

  You tell him: You can skip homework, just play games, or not go to school, or you can play 20-minute games after you finish your homework. Use your grades to hit the teacher and let the teacher look at him with admiration.

  He returned to school after playing games at home for three days. The reason was that playing games every day was actually very boring. It would be better to go to school and have classmates.


  He is 17 years old, a head taller than you, feet like a boat, amazing appetite, stubborn personality, unwilling to admit defeat, loves to fight injustice, likes to argue with people, and therefore causes trouble.

  The teacher called you and said that he had quarreled with his roommate because of a sock, and he wanted to beat each other. Please come to school.

  At that time, you just finished the criticism from the leader, full of anger and anxiety, and drove to the school. After apologizing to his roommate and teacher, you dragged him into the car.

  Along the way, you think about the pressure of work, think of the exclusion of colleagues, think of his troubles, desperate and frustrated you, you want to shout at him: "You see how busy I am, do you still mess with me every day? You? In addition to misfortune, in addition to adding blockages, what else would you do?"

  But through the rearview mirror, you see his strong but immature body, his cold and confused eyes, you think that when he was in your belly, you were the biggest The wish is that he can grow up healthy and happy, not that he becomes a good and decent child, you suddenly feel a little guilty.

  Rest at night, you went to the den, watching his homework back, said:. "I think, if my roommate deliberately put dirty socks on my bed, I will be a big fight and she's"

  heard With these words of yours, his shoulders suddenly shook violently when he lowered his head to do the question.

  You walk over and hug him.

  6 When

  he was 25, he graduated from an ordinary university and found an ordinary job with a meager salary. He has not yet found a target.

  During the Spring Festival, relatives gathered together and compared their children with each other, how much annual salary they took, what kind of object they were looking for, and what kind of house they bought, and then they ran on his mediocrity in secret.

  He was a little embarrassed, got up and went to the bathroom. You really want to take the words of your relatives, and then say: "Oh, this kid in my family is nothing promising."

  But you smiled, and then firmly and forcefully said: "I'm really happy for your children, but I am also proud of my son. He doesn't make much money, but he saves a little every month to prepare for the down payment. He has no partners, but he does not fall in love casually. I think this is also very good."

  After you said this, he came out of the bathroom, sat next to you, shook your cold hand with his wide hand, and then quietly said to you: "Thank you, Mom."


  When he was 31 years old, he finally bought a house, got married, and had children.

  He is still very ordinary, but every month he will take the subway from the other end of the city back to see you.

  He didn't have much money, but when he saw you were afraid of the cold, he quietly installed a radiator in your room.

  He doesn't talk much, but on your 60th birthday, he cooks a table for you and secretly put 600 yuan under your pillow.

  You really want to hug him, just like he did when he was a kid, but when you saw him feeding the baby milk powder, helping his wife to buy things, and answering the phone for a while, you can only stand at the door and hug yourself with your arms crossed. .

  8 When

  he was 40 years old, you fell ill, a very serious illness, chemotherapy and radiotherapy after surgery.

  He took a long vacation, stayed by the bed all day, took you to the hospital, held you for such and other examinations, and turned you over to give you medicine, never annoying.

  When he hugged you, you saw the white hair on his sideburns, thinking that he was no longer young, you hugged him more tightly.

  One evening, he was sitting by the bed and peeling you your favorite orange. He suddenly said slowly: "Mom, I love you."

  You were stunned there, and the orange fell from your hand to the white sheet. Above: Since he entered the rebellious period at the age of 12, he hasn't said this again.

  He went on to say: "Mom, although I am not the best son in the world, you are the best mother in the world. When I was 3 years old, I didn't listen to you and fell off the steps. Although you were scared, you were still tight. Hold me tightly. But after that, when I go up any steps, I will be very careful. I am afraid that you are worried; when I was 5 years old, I broke the bowl and thought you would kill me. Not only did you not have it, but also taught me how to use it. Chopsticks. Since then, I learned to eat and never broke a bowl; when I was 7 years old, I had poor grades and thought you would dislike me. In the end, you just patiently helped me analyze the cause of my mistakes and encouraged me to make progress every day. Little bit; when I was 12 years old, I played truant and became addicted to online games, and became a bad boy in the teacher's mouth, but you don’t think so. You let me choose. It was your acceptance that made me suddenly realize that I was against you. In the end It was myself that was ruined; when I was 17 years old, I was rebellious and anxious. I suffered from insomnia every day and almost didn’t want to live. It was your empathy that made me understand that there are still people in this world who understand me and have always loved me; when I was 25 years old, , I was ridiculed by my relatives because I was not promising, but you listed my strengths and said that I am proud of me... Mom, do you know? Whenever I am too sad to go on, I will think of you. Miss your embrace and face , You are calm and peaceful, and then feel that you have to persevere and continue to work hard."

  You listened to what he said, holding his orange peeling hand, crying like a one-year-old child.

  9 When

  he was 42 years old, you closed your eyes in his arms, skinny as wood, but quiet and peaceful.

  He asked someone to draw a picture at home: a kind-faced mother holding a baby in her swaddle. Beside the painting, there is a line of words engraved: This is a mother who rarely preaches, but her hug trumps all truth.



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