Before giving birth to a son, I decided to be an old mother who was as gentle as water.
After giving birth to a son, he only hated that his voice could not break through the clouds and reach the sky
Author | Six six moms
Last week, the mother of a parenting exchange group sent this circle of friends:
In the comment area, many boy mothers have deeply resonated.
As the boy's mother, I also silently gave her a thumbs up.
Really, I've been deeply touched in recent years.
Look at the middle-aged women around you, all the voices are loud as bells, the steps are as fast as flying, the temper is a little bit, and they can argue with you at any time.
No doubt, it must be the boy's mother.
My baby Liu Liu just turned 6 years old this year.
When I first gave birth, I thought I was a stable, gentle and educated intellectual woman, and I must be gentle and patient with my children.
Who would have thought that after only 3 years of good life of motherly kindness and filial piety, everything would change.
Let him play quietly with the toy, he can take advantage of my inattention, climb from the table to the closet, and leave 2 mud footprints on my newly purchased cowhide bag.
He would jump out when I was chasing after the drama until I was in tears, and then when I was terrified, he drew his sword against my neck: "Mom, let's fight!" ”
It is said that mothers should be gentle and firm.
However, in the face of such a leather monkey who goes to the house every day to reveal the tiles, the old woman really can't get up!
When he was born, he thought his bones were strange, and now he only thinks he is stupid.
When he was 4 years old, he was going to the toilet and suddenly shouted loudly:
"Mommy, mommy, you're coming!"
I was startled, thinking something was wrong with him, so I quickly put down the kitchen knife and ran over, and on the way my leg fell on the table, and a large piece of green was green.
As a result, people pointed to the toilet with excitement on their faces and said:
Mom, look, the I pulled today is in the shape of a pistol!
Really, if it weren't for the fact that the dish in the pot was still buzzing, I would have beaten his head into a pistol.
Since raising a boy, I don't have to ride the roller coaster again, because every day of my life is full of excitement.
When I was 5 years old, I helped him get dressed, and he danced and hit my cheek with an elbow, knocking out one of my posterior teeth. ......
Later, I spent more than 10,000 pieces to replant one.
Don't ask, ask is the heart bleeding.
Every time before I had to face him alone, I had to do enough mental construction and put on a smiling face.
As a result, within half an hour each time, I would completely break the work, from the Hedong lion roar to the Nine Yin White Bone Claw:
That's an outlet! Don't stick your hands in!
If you smear your nose on the wall again, I'm going to beat you up!"
This is the lipstick I just bought! What are you trying to do when you hollow it out!
Don't ask me why I'm yelling, because the voice is so small that I'm afraid he won't be able to hear it!
Every time I just finished yelling at him, he was like this.
After 10 minutes, he was like this again.
Only one hoarse voice remained, I couldn't speak, two lines of clear tears, messy in the wind.
What can force a Kochi culture woman who graduated with a master's degree into a shrew?
That's right, her own son.
Since giving birth to my son, I have bought fewer and fewer cosmetics and skin care products, and various nutritional products and liver protection tablets have increased visible to the naked eye.
After all, raising a daughter to prevent aging, raising a son, that is to prevent living to old age!
So far, he has broken a TV set with water spray, sat on an iPad, broken 2 irons, cut 3 sheets, hollowed out 3 lipsticks, broken 2 liquid foundations, plus a number of dishes and cups. ......
Take him downstairs for a walk, and after 10 minutes of not looking at him, he plucked the small turnips that were still green in the downstairs uncle's vegetable garden.
I was so angry that I wanted to explode every minute.
But what can I do?
It's not about carrying my son and bending down to apologize.
The waist that had not been bent in the first 30 years was all folded on the son.
Raising a boy is like having a 360-degree surround radio at home, or fully automatic 24-hour playback.
And his ears are always a decoration and can't receive your instructions properly.
Once, I couldn't stand his troubles, so I took him to buy roasted sweet potatoes at 11 p.m., and on the way home, I specifically told him to wait and make a little noise in the corridor.
He said, "Okay hemp." ”
Before entering the corridor, I was not at ease, and warned again: "If you will be too noisy to wait, I will not take you next time." ”
"Got it, got it."
As a result, good fellow, as soon as this house entered the corridor, he began to sing the song of loyalty to the country, or the sonorous kind.
I resisted the urge to punch him and quickly covered his mouth.
But people asked me in a confused way: Mom, have I disturbed the neighbors?
Says who? You didn't, you just got into a neighborhood.
The last time I took him to dinner in the restaurant, he jumped up and down around the table, and I told him not to make a fuss and quickly sat me down.
But he excitedly circled around the stool and shouted, "Sit down, sit in my co-driver!" ”
The young girl next to me covered her mouth and laughed, and I just wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill into.
I guess if I get into a phone scam, the person threatens "your son is in my hands."
I will definitely look up at the sky and smile and say: Hold it, you can survive 24 hours without crying and I lose.
Before walking on the road and seeing a mother yelling at her son, I would shake my head and complain in my heart that such a mother was too grumpy;
Now seeing such a mother just wants to tear up, rush over and shake hands: Oh my God, the same people!
Finally, my teammates couldn't hold my breath as I watched as I became increasingly grumpy and vixen.
One night, he righteously said to me:
Wife, have you noticed that your temper is getting worse and worse now;
Even if my son has a lot of problems, you can't be so fierce to him, right? ”
I glanced at him obliquely, "Or will you try to take him next time?" ”
It just so happened that one of my girlfriends had a birthday that weekend and invited me out for afternoon tea and dinner together.
I told my teammates about this, and he waved a big hand: "You go, my son promises to bring you obedience." ”
I thought I could finally put down the little boy's and daily and enjoy the rare girlfriend lively time of the old mother.
But what I never expected was that before my ass was hot, the big pig's trotters began to send me WeChat complaints.
After that, it was an average of half an hour to send me a message.
Good guys, they're not so enthusiastic when they're in a relationship.
When I finally came home from the party, my teammates looked into my eyes like a hungry and thirsty beast suddenly seeing a pool of clear water in the desert.
He rushed over with an arrow and shook my hand with a glow in his eyes:
"Wife, you can come back, or will you come?"
However, I found a good opportunity to make a fortune (empty my husband's wallet).
For example, that day, I looked at a new bag.
I have to say that during that time, our revolutionary friendship was sublimated rapidly, and there was only one topic for bedtime research - "Is your son ADHD?" ”
There is not only one pig teammate who does not believe in evil, but also my mother.
Before that, when she videoped with me, she saw me angrily rushing at my son and teaching me more than once:
Treat children, you have to be patient, you can't always shout;
You were also very naughty when you were a child, you see how gentle I am to you...
It happened that I had nothing to do during the eleventh holiday, and I kindly invited my mother to come to my house for a few days.
My mother gladly went there and said that she wanted to cultivate a relationship with her grandson.
Coincidentally, Liu Liu has been crazy since he was a child, and since 8 o'clock in the morning, he has been jumping up and down in the living room, squeaking and screaming, and his ass has hardly been on the stool.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, I reluctantly knocked him down on my bed, thinking that I could finally breathe a sigh of relief and get a good night's sleep.
As a result, at 1 a.m., he rushed to our house with a bamboo sword:
"Where are the monsters, don't you hurry up and grab them!"
Then, while we were sleepy-eyed and confused, another smoke burst into my mother's room and yelled:
"Monkey, Hugh is rude!"
I couldn't take it anymore, and I yelled at him before he reluctantly returned to his nest.
The next morning, my mother's face was a little blue, and her steps were a little vain.
After dinner that day, my mother went back into the house under the pretext of being unwell and locked the door.
Of course, no matter how thick the door panels were, they couldn't stop the bombardment of my eldest son's piercing tenor.
On the morning of the third day, as soon as my mother finished breakfast, she was anxious to go home, and no one could keep it well, and the 9 cows could not pull back.
When I went out, I still chanted: This heart is not very comfortable, and I have to go home to buy some medicine...
Really, I used to think that having a son was, at best, more expensive.
Now I find that having a son is not only to have money, but also to have a good heart, and to have a good body, but also to have a big life.
Anyway, I've basically given up on treatment for the matter of becoming a shrew.
After all, every middle-aged mother's fitness begins with a lion roar early in the morning.
Most importantly, the last time a mother in the group told me that she had been angry with mastitis because she had endured her temper for many years...
It is said that her family is a boy who has just entered the fourth grade of elementary school.
Mommy, I'm afraid my son hasn't been raised yet, and he died first.
If nothing else, at least let's live well first, right?
It turned out that it was snowing these days, and the kindergarten organized children to have a snowball fight and take a group photo.
As a result, all the children were in front of the camera than "Yay", only my son had his hands around his chest and a face that was untamed.
I asked him why he didn't "yay", and he said with a straight face, "Every winter is freezing to death, yeah."
Oh leak!
The most desperate thing is that I pinch my finger, my baby only went to primary school in the second half of this year, junior high school after 6 years, and college after 12 years...
Teammates kindly reminded him that first of all, he had to be admitted to high school.
Oh my God, the road to raising children is long, when will you be liberated?
In the new year, I will obediently be a shrew.