breakfast with mom

Looking back on the days when I had breakfast with my mother on foot near the school, maybe it was not what I thought at the time, she wanted me not to have any chance to go astray on the way to school, maybe even more so that I had someone by my side to accompany me. , whether I accompany her or she accompanies me!

I am like a mother, and my loner personality is very much like a mother. Even if I go out with other people, I always make an appointment directly to the destination, and I rarely make an appointment to meet and then go together. But compared to my mother, I had to wait in a more comfortable state for the person I wanted to wait for, or let others wait without the pressure of urging, and about these things waiting or being waited, I had a lack of social activities , always eating alone , watching a movie alone, doing those things that the loneliness index explodes.

After my father left home, I spent some time alone with my mother.

It was my teenage years, and my mother was always afraid that I didn't have my sister by my side to watch, and that I would gang up with other kids and act like I did, so she watched my every move, hoping to pull me back in time before I crossed the road. On track. Maybe it will take a very long time for my mother to realize why I am always alone? She should be worried about me "not socializing", not about having friends who will take me off course!

My mother always took me out for breakfast, or when there was no time to have breakfast together, she would take me to the breakfast stall and let me choose the rice balls, sandwiches, small hot dogs, steamed buns and eggs... Coffee milk or milk tea, and then watching me walk into the school gate with breakfast, she will turn around and go home slowly.

If we have time or what my mother wants to eat, we will go to the seafood porridge and dry noodle shops near our home and school, sit down and order a bowl of porridge or noodles. Sometimes my mother will ask me if I want to add more. I would add a marinated egg, a donut ball, or my mother would add some leafy vegetables after seeing that I don’t eat green vegetables on weekdays, and watch me finish them well.

After the father leaves home, the family contact book needs to be reviewed by the mother. Those transcripts and notices that need to be signed by the parents always need to be handed back to the school by the mother. Sometimes the grades are too poor or there are things that the mother does not want to know I always begged my sister to pretend to be a parent to sign for me. My sister was living on campus at that time, and some of the notices she could not hand sign for her mother, so she quietly took out her schoolbag at the dining table where they had breakfast together, with her mother still maintaining a pleasant look, and took the last bite. , When the mother got up to check out, she took them out of the schoolbag and put them on the table, and pushed them in front of her when the mother had finished paying the bill.

My mother doesn't scold people. As long as her face sinks, she can make me overwhelmed with fright, waiting for the time to stand still , thinking in my heart, "Hey, hurry up and sign it! Hurry up!" I didn't dare to look up. Look at her, sometimes she will use a threatening, coercive tone to respond to my face that is about to be pasted on the table . Mother's sternness, or how she expressed her expectations, always taught me to feel breathless as the world was about to be destroyed, and those waiting times were frozen in place until my mother was willing to pick up the pen and sign the ignominious notice.

If there is a "payment required" notice, the mother's face will change to another expression. My breathless destruction immediately emerged from her face, and I had to carefully take from her the tuition fees, class fees, reference book money, and those schools that always have a title and that the class always needs It pays to do the same thing together... I'm not just taking money from my mother, I'm digging another hole in her financial gap, and the hole seems to never be filled!

Other than I don't like waiting for people to meet or being pushed for doing the same thing together, I don't particularly hate having "someone" following along. During the teenage years, "being followed by my mother to eat breakfast and buy breakfast" seems to be a joke especially by my peers? But I never said to my mother, "I don't want to have breakfast with you," because I followed my mother like a small child, or because my mother followed me like I was always going to make mistakes. Don't give me money to buy it myself." "Can you please stop staring at me and see me walk into school!"

When I was blamed, I felt uncomfortable, so I walked faster than my mother and left her behind; when I was blamed, I felt aggrieved, and I walked behind my mother and let her stride forward, I bowed my head and followed. behind her. Until my mother finally realized that "Eating breakfast together" was no longer for her worries, worried about me going astray, worrying about my money being spent and not eating... She didn't stare at me every day to go out, eat breakfast or enter the school gate after buying breakfast.

When I went to high school, my sister changed from living on campus to going out for an internship, and I had the opportunity to be alone with my mother. At that time, I didn’t go to school in the middle school next door to my home, so I rode a bicycle for a short distance.

I would make ugly, unsightly sandwiches for breakfast for my mother and myself in the morning. But we didn't eat it together, but I made it in a pot to keep warm. Sometimes I am greedy for the bento sold by the aunt across the school gate, and I will buy a hearty bento for breakfast when the bento aunt just sets up the stall (I eat other people's lunch after the first class XDDD) or have At that time, I said to my mother, "There's no bread tomorrow. I'm going to eat the steamed buns and eggs next to the school. I won't help you get them."

As adults, we and my mother seldom go out for shopping and dinner together, and only occasionally attend when we go back to our parents’ home with my mother or at a gathering with relatives and friends (when I want to go too). At first, my mother would still ask me to participate in various "I should show my face" parties, and gradually she finally realized, "Ah! This child may be more comfortable by himself." She felt less like being left behind by her child.

After my mother is middle-aged and old, there is a very unshakable possibility for "going out together". We are all used to living our own lives in our own way, we are together every day, and if we really want to go out together, it may be just the right time and place (XDDDD) We don’t force each other, but one day we suddenly think: “Hey, we must Don't eat breakfast together." The mother may hesitate, saying yes, but halfway through saying she wants to go home.

Or, the mother's frequent answer to "would you like to be with you" is: "No." Only when she wants someone to be with you and doesn't know how to say it, you have to be by her side and ask her: "You would want me to accompany you. "Can I go with you?"

She would put on a reassuring expression and say, "Okay."

actually. Mother's Love Series

PS
It's marked as mother, and the text is written as mother, there is no reason, just, I am happy XDDDD. Seriously, if this series is used, it should only have "breakfast".

Three years after I moved away from home, my relatives and friends have asked me, "You really come home to eat every day!" It seems so unbelievable? yes! I go home for dinner to show my mom a look at me! (I also look at her every day when I go home.)

Photo: 20130427 stall without a name, Canon EOSM. This seems to be a breakfast meeting with friends one day, because friends always think that my breakfast is strange. Should I write "My breakfast is not your beauty and beauty or Yonghe soy milk" XDDDD