Is there a moment when you suddenly feel that your parents are getting old

The day before I told my dad I wanted to eat dumplings. It was past 7 o'clock when I got up. But the dumplings were already cooked in the pot, and I looked at my father who was busy in the kitchen, my throat was a little dry, and it took me a long time to hold back a sentence, Dad, what time did you get up?

Three or four? Did you sleep? Dad looked at me gently and said, "Three o'clock more live noodles."

I slept and I went to bed early. I didn't cry, but my father in front of me was a little blurry, and I finally saw it clearly, and found that the handsome old man's short black hair had become less and mixed with a lot of gray hair, the wrinkles on his face were so deep, the corners of his eyes drooped, he seemed to be a little shorter, his back was hunched a little, but he smiled so gently. What a gentle dad!

One time my mom sat down to get her hair cut after she was done, and I saw that she had a lot of white hair on her head, and she used to have a lot of black hair.

and Mom and Dad**, Dad has always been very handsome, likes to wear shirts and sweaters, and then put on a jacket, his beard is cleanly shaved, he can see the green scum, and his hair is always neatly combed. However, I don't know when my father started to be unkempt, he no longer cared if his beard was messy, he no longer combed his hair in front of the mirror, and his clothes were worn casually.

Mom had long hair for a long time, and suddenly she cut it. There are more and more wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, and I used to pull out my gray hair in front of the mirror, but now my gray hair is dense. I used to go out shopping in my free time, but now I like to watch TV more and more.

I also taught her how to use the smart phone. I panicked, I was afraid that they would grow old inadvertently. My mom and dad have always been young and capable, and I'm afraid they'll talk to me about something.

I want to cry.

I feel that my parents are getting older, becoming gentle, and I want to try to keep up with the pace of young people. After being away from home for eight years, I often spend time with my parents**or**. It used to be my mom, but since I changed the smartphones for both of them, it's my dad who initiates ** and messages me more.

When I came home for the New Year, I took a family photo with them and replaced it with an avatar. Suddenly, I realized that I was so much taller than them! It seems that compared to the last time I came home, my dad was a little more rickety, and my mom was not as tall as a few years ago, and started complaining to me that she was gaining weight.

I realized that my parents were getting old, at a rate I didn't realize when I couldn't see. And I'm the one who should protect them. ‍‍

When I was in graduate school, my brother had just entered college and may have been maladaptable, so he hung up three subjects in the first semester, and the counselor called my dad directly. After my dad hung up**, he called me** and said that he didn't know what to do, and asked me to help him think of a way, which could neither put too much pressure on my brother nor let him continue to be wasted. In the past, they would never talk to me about family matters, but at that moment, I felt that my parents were old and I had become their support.

I went abroad to study for graduate school and returned to my home country for the first time after a year. At the airport out of the gate, a large crowd of greetings did not find to pick me up, I walked away, suddenly heard behind me my dad tentatively called my name (my dad later said, because I lost a lot of weight in the United States, he almost didn't recognize it), I turned around, saw my dad, the tall, young and handsome dad in my memory, how is it only a little taller than me, and the corners of my dad's eyes, forehead, why are there so many wrinkles. So I blurted out:

Father! How did you get old and shorter?! "Actually, my dad didn't age rapidly that year, but I was in contact with tall and lively young people that year, and I was used to seeing young faces.

Go home for winter vacation this year. When I got out of the car with my suitcase, my mother was waiting for me at the exit of the station, and I walked to the parking lot with my mother with a smile. Soon after leaving the station, my father quietly followed from behind, and when I followed, I saw it, and the moment I called out "Dad", I noticed that my father's hair was starting to turn gray.

He was only 45 years old. My mother had been dyeing her hair for a long time, and when she asked my aunt to dye her hair the year before last, I noticed that the roots of my hair were almost completely white. In fact, since I was a child, the whole family has relied on them to support, whether my grandmother had glaucoma and went to the provincial capital to be hospitalized, whether my great-grandfather died during the Chinese New Year last year, my scattered grandfather and grandfather were sick, my two aunts were not around, my aunt and uncle were busy with work, and the burden of the whole family was on my parents, I desperately wanted to grow up and let them take a break.

Maybe what I can do now as a child is to keep trying to be independent and let them see hope in me.

Last year's Spring Festival, back fat. My husband said, I haven't seen him for 1 year, I feel that my dad is a lot older, the momentum of the past, majestic, this year it is obvious that the pace is different, I often fatten, see more times, every time, I feel that there are some differences. For example, every time he naturally helped me pick up my suitcase, he used to carry it directly with one hand, but then he carried it with two hands, and now it will be difficult.

Especially looking at the photos, the state is the same every year. In October, the mother was gone. Dad is a different person, not only old, but also very fragile, every time I ** me, I can't help but sob.

The last time I went back on New Year's Day, he took me to the car, and when I turned around, I saw him crying. The tall and strong father I used to admire was majestic and walked with the wind, fragile like a child. He's really old.

Not in an instant. It's a lot of moments, it's just that we're not careful enough.

I remember, the first time I felt that my parents were getting old was when I was at the lowest point in my life, I didn't go home often before, in my early 20s, all I thought about was making money, making friends, and falling in love, I didn't think that my parents were slowly aging, and I didn't think so much about what I thought about and considered, until I was 26 years old, I failed to do business, and I got something that shouldn't be touched, and I was embarrassed, and I was hit early, and there were few friends left around when the person closed up. I returned to my home for a while and began to reflect on what I had done in recent years, the changes in my mentality, and my future plans. After getting along day and night, I felt the change in my parents, there was a lot more gray hair on my head, and my face was much older, and I became chattering and began to talk about health.

I still remember when I was in school, my father would scold me hard when I made a mistake, and at that time I was scared when I saw my father's cold face, so I never made any big mistakes, and my mother has always encouraged us since we were children, telling us to keep to ourselves and do our jobs well, and never have too high requirements for us. I also have an older brother, who used to be mischievous, but now he has become much more stable, and he has also become a father, maybe he can better understand the feeling of being a parent. During the time I lived at home, I figured out a lot of things, and I also had a plan for my future, to be honest, I felt very uncomfortable during that time, I felt that my parents were slowly getting old, there were more gray hairs on my head, and there were more wrinkles on my face.

We can't grasp the passing time, all we can do is to cherish the present and spend as much time as possible with our parents and family, just like the chopsticks brothers sing in the song "Father": Time slows down, don't let you get old anymore, I am willing to use me to switch your years to stay. Friends, there are two sad helplessness and the deepest pain in life, one is the white-haired person who sends the black-haired person, and the other is the son who wants to raise but does not wait.

When my father had a headache one day because of back pain, when I was talking to my mother, he laughed and his face was wrinkled, and I suddenly felt that my parents were old.

My parents usually look relatively fit. Recently, I noticed that my parents' faces were already covered with wrinkles. Suddenly I feel that my parents are getting old.

Once I joked with my grandmother, I said that when my partner came, he loved to eat dumplings and made dumplings for him, and then my grandmother said that he would not be able to wrap dumplings in a few years, and he was 75 years old this year, and I suddenly felt that my grandparents were also very old.

We don't stop our parents from getting old, but all we can do is to grow up quickly and take on the responsibilities of the family.

When my parents' memory deteriorated, I knew they were old.

My mother called** and asked me how to wrap the dumplings, I was stunned for a moment, my mother's cooking skills are very good, who used to hold a banquet in my hometown and asked my mother to help cook, so how could a small dumpling stump her. "I forgot how the dumplings were wrapped. "Mom was tossing there with a dumpling wrapper.

I told my mom how to wrap dumplings, but she still didn't seem to remember or understand what I said, so I took a piece of paper and demonstrated it. "Ah, I remember. Mom's voice was a little excited, and then she wrapped one on the other end of the camera and showed it to me, and at that moment, my heart was sour.

It turns out that my mother has reached the age where she will forget how to wrap dumplings.

Not only Mom, but also Dad's memory has deteriorated.

The family lives on the first floor, so there are rats at home, I bought a sticky mouse board and stained two, but occasionally I can still see the figure of mice, sometimes in the middle of the night I can hear the sound of mice running in the ceiling, tirelessly, my mother suggested buying some rat poison, so I bought a little rat poison on the Internet, and on the night of the express delivery, my father put the rat poison in several hidden places, and it was not used up, and there were some left, I asked my father to put it away. After a period of time, the rat has a comeback, I asked my dad if the rat poison that was not used up before was put away, and my dad thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember.

In fact, it's not just the memory that has deteriorated, but also the eyesight.

One time I was shopping, and my dad pointed to a billboard not far away and asked me what was written on it, and he said he couldn't see it clearly. In the past, my father's eyesight was very good, and at that time there was a small store at home, and there was a small shop selling funeral supplies across the road. The words on the wreath were very small, but he couldn't read the words on the billboard that wasn't so far away.

Mom loves to embroider cross-stitch and insoles, and she used to embroider a lot, but now the light is a little dim and she can't embroider because she can't see the embroidery grid clearly. The same is true for threading, which used to be threaded at once, but now it has to be threaded in front of the light for a while before the thread can be threaded into the eye of the needle.

When the "leaves" of our parents' lives wither and fall off, how do we deal with their aging and death? And have we done a good job of psychological construction?

01 I made a book that even my mom cared about the progress.

After more than 10 years of work, I hardly talked to my mom about my work, my mom only knew that I made books, and my mom didn't know anything about the books I had made.

But this year I made a book that my mom started to care about.

When I was making this book, it was the resurgence of the epidemic in Xinfadi, Beijing, and my mother called me almost every day, which was nothing more than asking about the epidemic and telling me to pay attention to protection and not to go out if I had nothing to do. Before I did it, I was nagged by my mother every day, and I would like to end the topic as soon as possible. But during that time I became very patient, and even my mom was amazed at the change in me.

I would tell her about the book I was working on, about a family of three sisters in Zhuzhou, Hunan Province, who were caring for their mother with Alzheimer's disease.

The age difference between my mother and my mother in this family is not much, and the author and I are the same age, and the strong sense of substitution also made my mother and I begin to recall the story of my childhood. During that time, my mother and I had to talk about three major topics on the phone, one was epidemic prevention, the second was about my childhood, and the third was to ask me about my progress in making this book.

My mom was so concerned about the progress of the book because I talked to my mom about a detail: the book came out early and late, and it meant different things to the author's mom.

came out late, maybe the author's mother had forgotten to agree with her daughter to publish the book. My mom took this to heart and was particularly concerned about the progress of my book.

Speaking of progress, it takes about 8 months from the first draft of the author Yilin to the publication of the book. This is a book that is not easy to do, with more than 300 ** and about 50,000 trivial words, which can only be regarded as the prototype of the manuscript.

After getting the first draft, I reorganized more than 300 sheets**, adjusted the framework structure of the text, and communicated with the author to make two adjustments, additions and deletions to the content of the manuscript.

After the finalization and the designer adjusted the layout several times, the liver plan was launched in the middle of the night, the manual simulation effect, the digital proofing, and the details of the adjustment and binding plan were repeated over and over again, but they were all the daily life of the book.

After the book was finalized, it took a total of 5 months to stop work to celebrate the Spring Festival in February, and the paper was out of stock for nearly a month, until the book was officially launched. But for a publishing company that is waiting in line at the publishing house for review, the progress is quite fast.