When she was feeding her child in the afternoon, my mother said: Today is your birthday, we have forgotten. ”
"So fast, I thought it would be a few days." In the past, when the locust blossoms bloomed, my birthday was coming, and when I was a child, I looked forward to my birthday, and my mother made something delicious. Later, when I grew up a little, I looked forward to my parents buying a birthday cake every year on my birthday.
I remember that on my twentieth birthday, I was very happy to jump around, and my mother said to me: "I am twenty years old, and in the blink of an eye, I am still like a child at thirty." I replied, "Mom, I'm only twenty years old, and I'm still ten years away from thirty." ”
When I was in college, I looked forward to my birthday every year, and on my birthday, I would go crazy with my roommate. After the first two years of employment, I still look forward to the blossoming of locust flowers, and my birthday has arrived. A word from my mother on my twentieth birthday, I feel that thirty years old is very far away, after work, I always feel that time passes so quickly, blink that I have entered the year of confusion, and I am more and more afraid of the acacia flowers.
After becoming a mother myself, birthdays are no longer the original concept for me. When the son was born, the hearts of the whole family mentioned the throat eyes, afraid that there would be no return, I remember the night before the hospitalization, the father and husband said, "I will also save my daughter if I lose my family." The husband said, "We have to keep the adults and children." Went to the original contact of the top three hospitals, the resident doctor said nothing to pick up. Immediately drive more than 140 kilometers to the provincial capital and find the best experts in the province. My son was born smoothly, and I escaped safely. My husband said we were lucky enough to find the best experts in the province. At that moment I truly felt that life was not easy to come by. Birthdays are no longer the anniversary of the birth of a child, but also the good friday of mothers!
From the moment I became a mother, I no longer look forward to my birthday, and I was even more afraid of celebrating my birthday, the birth of a living life, condensing how much hard work my mother has made!