As soon as you take care of your kids full-time, the mom doesn't get a name.
They are all named after their children and called "XX mom".
If you have a second child, then the mom doesn't even have a name anymore, and is free to switch between the oldest's name and the oldest's name, depending on whether the person who greets her knows the oldest or the oldest.
That's ginseng.
The mom's social circle is basically the kid's social circle, revolving around the kid.
I always thought that moms were pretty much the same all over the world, but as I got deeper and deeper into the conversation, I realized that the gap between moms and moms is sometimes as big as a chasm.
There's backsliding.
There's the hanging.
01
There are three kids on the bus at the school bus stop in front of your house.
A little Hispanic girl in kindergarten, whose parents are extremely average looking among foreigners, but the little girl is amazingly good looking.
Even the ugly school uniforms are fashionable on her.
A third-grade boy of mixed race, a prince of melancholy, is unforgettable.
And then there's the older sister, a purebred Chinese, whose face value drops off a cliff compared to those two.
The poor sister, so ruthlessly crushed.
The only thing she can crush back is the fact that she has a younger brother, the annoying kind.
The Hispanic girl is 3 years old.
Every day when she waits for the bus, her mom has a stack of paper cut to the size of her palm with Chinese pinyin written all over it, and a sheet of paper with Te written on it.
Her mom tests the kids one by one, correcting them herself when she's not satisfied, and scolding them loudly when they're impatient to read.
If the mom hadn't been speaking English, anyone who heard her would have thought she was a common Chinese parent, the kind who would be mean to their kids outside the home, not the standard template foreign parent who is incredibly patient with their kids and doesn't raise her voice, as you might expect on TV or in your imagination.
You don't have to say, I've been listening, and my mom's pronunciation of pinyin is very standard, and there's not a lot of weird pronunciations and accents that foreigners usually have.
The Chinese mom who was waiting for the bus next to me looked at the scene and said, "I'm not sure if you're a foreign mom, but I'm sure you're a foreign mom.
I'm sure it's the same mother on the same planet.
Tiger mother, is China's, but also the world.
There is another child at the waiting point for the school bus every day.
It's the mixed-race boy, with picturesque eyes and an introverted temperament, who appears to be a single parent because he's never met his father, supposedly in a country rich in salmon.
The mom is Chinese, and will chat while waiting for the train.
Because we were on time every day, this kid and his parents were often late and had to wait a while for the bus.
It used to be that the kid didn't get on the bus one day a week and didn't go to school.
Now he only goes to school one or two days a week.
I used to think that if I was late for the bus or if the parents sent me to school, I would be late for a while, but it turns out that people don't go to school if they have a headache or a fever.
I was surprised: often such a leave of absence from class, the progress to keep up? The teacher is not criticized? Don't let show hospital records or something? The teacher does not interrogate the child?
The mother was also surprised that I would ask: ah, can keep up ah, now the content of the study is not much difficult. The teacher will not criticize, do not need to show ah.
I: Oh, we only took a vacation once, or the child is really difficult to do, the teacher also interrogated the child half a day.
Because the children do not like to eat school meals, so I am every day to the child to bring food, she is every day to the child to order takeout, pizza, hamburgers, spaghetti, what, the school near the restaurant point of a whole.
Once we talked we were both shocked again.
I: Ah?
I: ah? Every day to order takeout, will not be enough nutrition and hygiene, the teacher did not say?
She: Ah? You get up every morning to cook? What do you do every day? I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do! The teacher does not care.
I: I ordered takeout once, and the teacher criticized the child for being unhealthy, so I never ordered again.
The child even breakfast is in the opposite side of the bakery to solve the problem, every day to change the pattern of eating that baking, simply eat into the shareholders.
Three meals a day, at least two meals outside the solution, I am also convinced.
One day, we talked about extracurricular interest classes.
She only enrolled the child in a sketch, nothing else.
The boy looked thin and weak, fell down at the push of a button, and was often sick, and I was surprised that there wasn't even a sports class.
She was even more surprised that I not only enrolled in the interest classes in addition to art, hobby, sports, but also the basic academic classes.
Me: Don't you think the content of the school is too easy? At least it should not be too different from the public sector in terms of difficulty.
She: No, I don't think so. Do kids want to learn that?
The two mothers were so far apart in their outlook and so shocked by each other's behavior that they looked at each other in disbelief and had nothing to say on the spot.
A dead silence fell.
02
The Hispanic parents in my sister's class posting pictures on WeChat.
Not international fashion at all.
No matter how young and fashionable those parents are, they always post pictures in the old square dance style of my parents' generation.
The color scheme is not only red and green, but also blingbling with disco flash.
In short, it is a picture on the horse to give you a downward spiral.
There is a kind of mistake into the family relatives group of fear.
They also speak in their native language.
Whenever this happens, I think -
It's time to offer up our treasures of oracle bone script and seal script to deter these barbarians!
There was a Korean kid in my sister's class.
Scores and sister bite the dust.
Parents in Southeast Asian countries all look like they were born of the same mom, and are very hardworking academically.
That is, as long as he is there, do not want to exceed, live into a stumbling block ruthless.
I, as a Chinese mother, the idea of educating children is also simple and brutal, that is, in China's territory, of course, they have to dry them down.
You, as a local snake, can still be exterminated by others on your own turf.
I can't afford to lose this mom.
The sister nodded with a sense of family and country, with the words "Iron shoulder to bear the righteousness" written on her face.
Comrade Enlai, who studied for the "Rise of China".
Once my sister learned to jump rope for the school games, so convenient, practicing in the corridor at the entrance.
Next door to my house is an Indian family.
They like to eat a kind of crispy pancake, and every time there is a smell between burnt and mushy, I am often afraid that no one is home, the pancake is burnt, or the wires are burnt, so don't start a fire and explode, and I am the fish.
Otherwise, the smell of pizza comes late at night, and I'm half asleep, half awake and hungry, surrounded by the aroma of this food, wanting and not being able to get it, which is like a kind of torture.
This Indian mother saw her sister practicing jumping rope, her face immediately bloomed vividly, and rushed home to call her youngest son out to practice together.
The Indian mom saw her sister practicing rope skipping, and her face immediately bloomed with life.
The youngest son was one or two grades ahead of his sister, and his eyes were as big as bronze bells.
The mom is a free-range parent and doesn't care, so the kid has been dancing with his sister for almost a week, and he's still the same as on the first day, with no progress.
But the kid didn't get frustrated or annoyed, he just muttered something in Hindi that I didn't understand, and practiced clumsily and persistently.
This is the Indian version of Guo Jing.
If I were to change my sister, I would have thrown up in my face and thrown away my jump rope if I had stayed put for three days.
No wonder India can become a software power, just a child are so never give up efforts, really can not be underestimated.
When my sister was a young girl, I lurked into a famous parents' group and read the records of the group, and I became a Buddhist parent.
My family can't even read 25 English picture books a week!
What the hell is that parent who buys fish eggs, it makes me laugh.
The older sister is the denominator.
Compared to other people's moms, I could be euthanized.
It's true that I should be thrown away compared to the goods, and I should be damned compared to the people.
03
Every time I hear someone else's mom talk about their own children, eat well, even apples and pears are put to grab the case, my mood is really MMP.
The two children perfect inheritance of my eating fruits is weak chicken gene, every time the watermelon to the seed digging ball, mango sliced to do flower, all kinds of digging, delivery, only poor kneeling service, the two children have to see the The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Tomorrow, we will throw the little one to the kindergarten, can not stand every day a drag two.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
I've peeled a bowl of pomegranates for my sister to eat with a spoon.
Pomegranate skin and pomegranate juice are good for coloring.
My paw, ah West Lake water my tears.
Is there a pro-mom with two kids eating barbecue at noon?
This is me, not the same fireworks.
This is me, I see myself on fire.
This is me.