Baby, welcome home

Ding, mobile phone WeChat prompt: "Mom, I have arrived at the airport."

Since she was a child, my daughter likes to write and draw, and she has a lot of literary and artistic potential. When I was in junior high school, I had already written a series of 40,000 or 50,000 words. When she went to college, she chose her favorite choreography and directing major, and as she wished, she went to Chengdu, the country of Tianfu that she had in mind.

Today, my daughter is on winter vacation. After more than three months and more than 100 days of hard reading in the cold window, the birds are about to return to their nests.

Yesterday, it was her 20th birthday. I wrote a little poem wishing her a birthday. The paper is short and long, and the meaning is still not exhausted.

Inadvertently, I casually clicked on my daughter's circle of friends and saw that my daughter rarely sent a long text to express her mood for her 20th birthday:

Some people say that 18 years old is a turning point in life, a coronation of youth to maturity, and children becoming adults.

But I think 20 is more important than 18. Today, it is not only the day when the number 1 becomes 2, but also the multiplication of responsibility.

When you answer someone that you're 20, they no longer think you're a kid.

20 years old is a door, push it open, you will find that in the 10 years from 20 to 30 years old, there will be a lot of life events. From home to society, looking for a job, entering the workplace, and possibly getting married and having children...

These 10 years are destined to be extraordinary, it is a decade suitable for struggle, a decade of witnessing miracles, and the most beautiful decade of mine.

It should not be wasted, in this most beautiful years, I hope we become more confident and better together!

It seems that the daughter has really grown up.

I have mixed feelings.

Some people say that the parent-child relationship is not a permanent possession, but a deep fate in life, and we can neither make the child feel the barrenness of childhood, nor can the child feel suffocated by adulthood.

Being a parent is a journey of heart and wisdom.

Love means respect, acceptance, tolerance, and letting go.

Baby, love you! Welcome home with open arms!