Learn patience

He was sleeping soundly upstairs when there was a knock on the door. He was startled, it turned out to be his mother, who was panting and saying: It's morning and you're not up yet, son. She slept soundly, opened her eyes and looked at the clock, thinking it was 5:30 am, but it turned out to be only 2 am. He was both angry and sorry for his mother, now in her 80s, her eyes were dim, her legs were slow, her hands were shaking, and even sadder was her memory loss and confusion about time.

Last week, it was raining heavily for several days, and the old man slept soundly during the day and when he woke up, he mistook the evening for early morning. Luckily, it only took a few days, but the neighbor, who was in her 90s, had changed the time zone from day to night, sleeping with her pillow during the day, staying up all night making tea, reading newspapers, and cleaning the house, making her son impatient, always in a bad mood because he was afraid that she would move around at night and be difficult to control.

The other day, he happened to meet his college friend again. They both had to take care of the elderly, so it was easy to talk and sympathize. His friend said that her mother's physical and mental health was deteriorating month by month, and that living with her had to learn patience. Perhaps due to the habit of living during the subsidy period when food and clothing were scarce, she would knock on her daughter's door every 15 minutes to ask what time to cook rice and never remember what to eat. There were dishes like cabbage that she was familiar with, but she said she had never eaten them before. Then one time she asked for rice rolls, her daughter bought them, but she threw them away and asked for pho.

Every time the neighbors came over, she said that she had to cook and clean the house every day, which made them look at her daughter like a strange object at first. After that, she had to go to the door and tell the neighbors that her mother was senile. It was normal for her to constantly ask and call her when she left the house. Wherever she went, she always told her grandmother what time she would be home, but usually her grandmother called her about 30 minutes before the deadline.

It was tiring and frustrating, but she had to get used to everything. And she considered it fate, besides, taking care of her mother was not taking care of a stranger. He comforted her: Going to the temple to worship Buddha all year round is not as good as taking care of parents at home. Parents are the living Buddha! She smiled sadly: I know that, but sometimes life seems meaningless when witnessing the final years of a person's life. I have to remind myself of the unsatisfactoriness of life and patience.

Source: https://laodong.vn/van-hoa-giai-tri/hoc-su-kien-nhan-1373699.ldo