At what point did you suddenly feel that your parents were getting old?

Passing by Xiaomi Home at night, I brought a Redmi 4 to my mother, because her hand is easy to hold when she is smaller, and she has a long standby. Teach her to use WeChat, how to answer**, call**, send text messages, no impatience, I found that she learned very hard. She reported to my dad on WeChat here that she also had a new mobile phone, called Xiaomi.

My mother loves to listen to the beauty of the prairie at night and the beautiful prairie of my home, I gave her my Apple headphones, when she put on the headphones and listened to the song, the happiness on her face I can't describe. Today, I went to buy two pairs of comfortable flat leather shoes for my mother, took her to the mall, bought and bought things she liked, in fact, I swiped the credit card, but I said that the mall card issued by the company does not cost money, buy it, buy it, but my mother is still very cautious, and finally went to the clothing area of the supermarket to buy two coats with a discount of less than 300 yuan, carrying two bags full of clothes, and the mother who is nearly 60 years old looks like a little woman. In fact, Mom and Dad never want much, but they don't do it themselves.

The moment you reciprocate, you will find that they have grown old silently.

One day at home, my mom noticed that the button of one of my clothes was about to fall off.

She picked up my clothes and fumbled around the closet for a long time, finally finding a line similar to the color of my clothes.

I snuggled up on the couch in the living room watching TV, and she picked up a needle and thread and sat down next to me. Then slowly put on reading glasses.

For a long time, I heard her complain in a low voice, obviously she was wearing it, what happened?

I turned my head, only to see her pick up the needle, once again took the thread in her mouth and licked it gently, tilted her head up, her eyes fixed on the small needle hole, and threaded the thread into the needle hole seemingly accurately. She threaded it over and over again, but she just didn't get the thread into the pinhole.

It was a few years ago, and I can still vividly recall this scene in my mind, and at that moment, I realized that my mother could no longer see clearly. She's really old.

Since then, as long as I'm at home, I haven't asked my mother to thread the needle.

Later, my mother would blame herself all the time, alas, old, really old, useless.

I saw a passage in ** before, which probably means that there are many, many sad things in life. But the most unbearable thing is that parents are in the world we can't see, in the days and nights when we ignore them, they are aging with the second hand ticking. Then, after countless ticks, they left us calmly and silently.

Leave us an eternal, tear-drenched send-off day.

So, more and more, I understand that sooner or later they will leave us, and they will not always be; I understand more and more that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait!

At that moment, I began to feel that my parents were getting older. It was an ordinary weekend afternoon, and I came home to see my parents sitting on the couch, watching TV in the same upright posture as they used to. Their hair has become thinner, and there are a few more wrinkles on it.

I suddenly felt a wave of sadness, as if I had never felt it before.

My parents used to be so young, they were busy working every day, taking care of me and my siblings. They gave us a lot and used all their energy. We've grown up, and our parents have gotten older. But I never really realized the fact that they were getting older.

I looked at their faces, and the wrinkles and the marks of the years were deeply imprinted in my mind. I started thinking about their physical and health problems. I began to worry about whether their pension was sufficient, whether they needed better health insurance, whether they needed more attention and care.

At this moment, I began to pay more attention to my parents' lives, trying to make time to visit them on weekends and holidays. I started talking to them more and listening to their stories and experiences when I was younger. I started to help them with some of their problems and problems as much as I could, so that they felt that I was always there to support and support them.

At that moment, I also began to cherish my time more and cherish every minute and second with my parents. I realized that time flies, we all grow old, and the health of our parents also needs our attention and care. We can't change the passage of time, but we can do what we can to make them feel warm and happy as they grow older.

At this moment, I began to realize that my parents were getting older and that we had to cherish every day with them and make their old age as comfortable and happy as possible.

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.

When he was incompetent, his parents were already full of gray hair.

It's just that every time I come back from college, and then I see the busy back of my parents, I feel that they are really old, and they look very haggard, it is really not easy for me to go to school for myself, and they don't feel young anymore, they will have some symptoms, so I feel very sorry for them.

Every time I dye my mother's hair, I feel that my mother is old, because my mother buys hair dye cream by herself to dye her hair, basically I dye it, and then I will see that there is a lot of hair at the roots, which makes me very heartbroken, so I will cover the roots of my hair with a lot of hair dye cream, and once I went to the market to see my mother picking reading glasses, and my mother was old at that time.

Just the last time I went home, during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday. As soon as I got home, my parents were wrapping rice dumplings, so I leaned over to take a look. Whoever thought about it, I saw a layer of gray hair coming out of my father's hair.

Then I opened it with my hand and saw how much it was inside. I turned my eyes to see that my mother was the same, and then I suddenly realized that I was inadvertently. Mom and Dad are really old.

I think the moment when my parents are old is that my mother will often call ** and ask me a lot of big things! In the past, parents decided everything in the family, but now my mother is at a loss like a child, and she will ask me if someone sends a text message saying what prize they want to receive, is it a lie? The aunt's house next door wants to pull the net, should we handle one, how to handle it?

I bought a mobile phone and asked the children at home to help teach them how to use it! At this time, I just want to grow into a big tree and protect them well, just like they did when they were young.

I didn't go home for a long time after I went to college, and then after I got home, my parents were very busy preparing for myself, and I was always afraid that we wouldn't eat well these days.

When I came home for the Chinese New Year last year, I sat with my parents and chatted. Just as I was lying next to them, I suddenly saw a few strands of silver coming out of their hair, and then I really realized that they were old, and they had been running for life, and they were slowly getting older as they grew up.

What impressed me the most may be that once when I took a document and let my parents see it, my parents wore reading glasses at that time, and at that time I really felt that they were old, and inadvertently, their hair became particularly white, and the years could not stay, but I hoped to treat them well.