Author: Tribute to Poetry and the Far Side
When I was a child, my daughter was a little sweet girl who didn't cry and didn't make trouble, and she followed me around, giving me the energy to fight with her father. Growing up, my daughter was a positive and smiling little girl, melting away all my sorrows and becoming a constant source of motivation and direction. It is often said: "A child is not only the birth of a new life, but also the redemption of an old one." From the moment I had her, I truly realized the meaning of this saying. But she is still just a child and will bring a lot of troubles and worries to adults from time to time. I'm a mom who advocates for separate spaces, both for couples and for children. It's just that this kind of space has become rare after having her.
There is a strange species in this world called "children", who are excited from morning to night and always have endless energy. Whenever the weekend comes, I want to curl up alone in the sofa, quietly do one thing I like to do: sip a cup of tea, read a book that suits your heart, and enjoy the warmth of the winter sun. She will unfold the "moving voice" and sing "Let's learn cat's meow, meow meow meow ......"; she will jump up and down the "wild man's dance", and then she will sing "Let's learn cat's meow meow meow meow ......". The dance of the savage", running around blindly with teeth and claws; a moment of gushing impromptu speech, "bara bara" popping beans; a moment of playing a turbulent tune, the wind and rain, landslide ...... ear At any time filled with a variety of sounds, noisy people volcano eruption, dizziness, mental disorders. I think in a previous life, she must be a silent woman who is not good at talking, and this life is so talkative. I think in my last life, I must have owed her too many favors, and it is only in this life that we are mother and daughter.
"Mom, look at this; mom, you and I play games together! Mom, why don't we go to the movies!" , all mommy, mommy, as if always reminding me that I am her real mother, to try to tolerate her everything. Then when I couldn't take it anymore, I said, "Daughter, Mom, please, can you be quiet for a while!" She laughed and pressed a finger to her mouth, making a "shh" gesture. But the silence didn't last long, and in no time at all the "clanging" began again. Sometimes, my daughter also likes to play pranks, will be in my enjoyment of food, tell a disgusting joke, so that people instantly tasteless, while she happily ate a lot of food. When I am about to sit down, she will quickly jerk the chair away and watch me fall to the floor in a fart squat, laughing. On the night of Halloween, she would put on a scary mask and stand behind me, scaring the living daylights out of me. I can't even "roar" and explode, or she'll look up at me with her little tear-filled eyes and make me surrender in an instant. "I'm sorry, mommy was wrong to snap at you." The child let out a "wow" and fell into my arms, wiping snot and tears on her clean clothes and secretly snickering. Maybe she saw it as a mother-daughter interaction, love and warmth, while I was mentally devastated. If I resented her, she would say, "Mom, cherish it! When I grow up, it's a luxury for you to even think about me getting tired of being around you." When I think about it, it makes sense, and I can only make myself read more books, go to better cultivate my mind, and try to be a mom with a gentle character and a broad mind.
It is said that the mother of a homework tutor needs to be extremely strong inside to support, light to doubt life, heavy to gas to vomit blood. Luckily, my daughter's behavior is very good, and I don't have to worry too much about her studies, but I do get mad once in a while. A problem 3 times or not, when I was angry chest beating, this little one will say: "Mom, I only third grade cultural level, will not be normal." A sentence to calm all the anger, and then patiently open the lecture. Of course my daughter had many heartwarming moments. For example, when I had a stomach bug, she would make porridge and pour water, wash pots and pans, and clean up the house, taking care of me in every possible way. On Teacher's Day, she would send a card that said, "Mom, you are the best teacher I have ever met in my life." Will bring me water to soak my feet on Mother's Day. When I get a perfect score on a test, I will sneak home the chocolates that my teacher rewarded me with, but I can't eat them. Will be in my mood when I am down, encourage me to move forward, to all the good departure. Will be in my life when disappointment, I said: "Mom, I believe in you, you are the best in my heart." My daughter is my "little cotton jacket", a little cotton jacket that makes people angry and love. Her smile is like a ray of sunshine, lighting up every corner of my life, making those sorrows have no place to hide, giving me the courage and hope to move forward, and encouraging me to become a better person. Thanks to fate, let us become mother and daughter in this life. Copyright belongs to the author, any form of reproduction please contact the author to obtain authorization and indicate the source. The author of this article senior literary creators authorize the distribution of rights Knights value brand museum