Text | Rice grain mom
Raising a son is really a game and a dream.
Years ago, the whole family went to eat hot pot.
Halfway through the meal, I was reluctant to leave the hairy belly churning in the red soup, and "instructed" the rice grain speed to mix another bowl of oil for me, and as a result, the hairy belly ate most of the plate, and he had not yet returned.
I got up to look for him, and as soon as I got up, I was in the middle of the crowd and saw him.
Then, try to grab the door and go out.
At this moment, rice grains stood next to a row of hot pot shop employees, holding up a lamp sign in their hands, and shouting hoarsely to a family eating hot pot:
"Say goodbye to all your troubles, and say hi hi, dear, dear, happy birthday."
I don't know how he joined?
All I saw was a family on their birthdays, sitting in a daze and stiff, looking petrified from a distance.
I was embarrassed to cut the ground for them, but I was more afraid that the grain of rice would see me, called me over to sing, and sat down in a hurry, burying my head deeply.
Tacitly with the rice grain father, the head bumped into each other, and the look in his eyes was full of fear:
It's so scary, is the head caught in the door?
When the noise of the birthday dissipated, the rice grains were sweating profusely, and they came back humming a little song, we both dared to look up.
He brought me back a large bag of snacks and proudly asked: Did I see him singing? He had just done a great thing, which was a thank you from his uncle, the waiter at the hot pot restaurant.
Then he asked me while eating fat cattle: "Why don't our family come here for birthdays, next time, it's so interesting, there are songs, dances and gifts." ”
Rice's father asked, "Why did you sing along with you, did you meet an acquaintance?" ”
He was still unsatisfied: "The waiter uncle who holds up the sign calls me." ”
"Huh?? Do you have acquaintances at the hot pot restaurant? ”
"I don't know, he said, friends who can sing can come together, bless her together, as soon as I listen, I go out." 」
.......
Rice Daddy choked up wordlessly.
At this time, the aunt who had a birthday sent a cake to the rice grains to thank him for his blessings.
I greeted each other with two words of thanks, and when people were about to leave quickly, the rice grains spoke again: "Auntie, your cake is written with inspiration for writing?" Are you also a writer? “
The aunt who delivered the cake paused and murmured, "It's just that my job is to write a manuscript~"
When the grain of rice listened, he pointed at me in surprise and said loudly, "My mother is also a writer!" What a coincidence, do you two know each other? “
Aunt Cake and I looked at each other silently, and quickly removed our eyes in embarrassment, and the words in her eyes were: Ah, I don't know.
I let out a few dry laughs from my chest: "Ha ~ ha ~ next time I have a chance to talk." “
As soon as the words fell, Aunt Cake trotted all the way, and the speed of light "fled".
In order to avoid the embarrassment of seeing each other again, I went to the small table to get coriander and would rather go around in a big circle than pass by Aunt Cake's table.
When he left, the rice grain loudly said goodbye to all the waiters uncles and aunts who greeted him, and the field was fried very hot in an instant.
In his eyes, as long as he dares to speak, click is a friend.
My rice grain father and I are not social fears, but we are just an ordinary social person, and I did not expect that the son born was actually a social maniac.
Since he was a child, before he could say anything, he began to talk to people.
Favorite to ask for directions.
Grandparents, uncles and aunts, older siblings, younger siblings, kittens and puppies, can only make a sound, he can go over and ask, no threshold to make friends.
It doesn't matter if you don't know how the road goes, just know that his name is grain of rice.
In the matter of asking for directions, he did not shy away from the blank eyes, went to KFC and asked McDonald's how to go? Go to Haidilao and ask how to go?
In five-star hotels, Michelin restaurants to help themselves, help their families borrow toilets; inquire about the goods number in Lego, shopping malls to search for cheap online...
This kind of thing that requires the courage to communicate with strangers on strange occasions is as comfortable as unscrewing the bottle cap and drinking water.
Like a sea king who doesn't talk about martial arts.
In his own home, visiting relatives and friends, he is "on standby" at any time.
I was most afraid that suddenly there would be music, and he would definitely go to the c position of the room and start dancing awkwardly, and Ladu could not hold back.
Not to mention how bad the dance is, the more people laugh, the more he dances, this "disease" of dancing with music, until the second grade of primary school, it heals itself.
At that time, I was always deeply troubled, who did I follow with such enthusiasm? He doesn't have a flattering personality, right?
Within two days, I found that he slammed the door to forget himself, and the flattering personality could not always be divided into: consumer flattering personality and non-consumer flattering personality, right?
It feels like he's a little bit of a nobody.
Later, I was nervous enough to check on him for ADHD.
But he found that he could chat with strangers for more than 20 minutes, extremely focused, and this ADHD was also self-defeating.
Later, I worried about whether he was an extrovert or not.
It's the kind of thing that seems to be socially thriving, but it's really just a sign of fear of cold, embarrassment, and rejection.
However, I can't help but ask myself vaguely: Does my son have this kind of intelligence and consciousness?
Every time he asked for directions and borrowed a toilet and was rejected, he would blush and hang on to his face, but he never got angry, did not pay much attention to it, and even wanted to go to the next one, or wait for another person to ask again.
After a few minutes, the matter was completely forgotten by him, and he was really not afraid of rejection.
Even when the class president is such a thing, he can continue to ask the teacher for a semester.
(The specific story is here: it's so exciting!) My son relies on "grinding" and becomes the head of the work)
Therefore, after continuing to observe for several years, I can only admit that the grain of rice should be just a simple love of hilarity and love of this strange world.
Because in his previous life, he may have been deaf and mute.
To be honest, neither my rice daddy nor I like to socialize very much.
Sometimes I prefer to stay at home rather than go out, and I prefer to travel as a family of three to play quietly.
Rice grain is very puzzled by this: go out to play, the more people the more fun it is.
I can only tell him: if there are many people, due to everyone's different hobbies and habits, everyone needs to take care of each other, which will be very tiring.
Grains of rice have always seemed to understand.
In the summer, a mother in the community took the lead and organized 8 groups of mothers + children to go to Happy Valley.
From beginning to end, the rice grains kept shouting at me: "Mom, are you tired?" No need to take care of me or anyone else, something is calling me. ”
At first, I could only explain to everyone with a red face, but in the end I didn't want to say anything.
Even if I wanted to go to the bathroom alone, he would rush over: "Mom, you don't have to take care of anyone, I'll come." ”
I was almost overwhelmed by him.
Sitting on the stone steps and watching the children fight a water fight, the mothers laughed and said that the grain of rice was really a small leather jacket.
While chatting, a little sister passed by, she was wearing a dress printed with red cherries, and I said casually: "Look, this dress is really beautiful, I don't know where to buy it?" ”
I don't know how this was heard by the grain of rice.
Saying that it was fast at this time, he took an arrow step, and rushed over like lightning, stopping in front of the little girl:
"Where did you buy your clothes?" My mom thought it was good-looking and she wanted to buy it. ”
In a word, the little sister trembled and laughed and chatted with him for half a day.
Watching my son talk to his little sister and persuade others to buy cheaper online, I sincerely hope that when he grows up, he can still have the ability to laugh at the little sister.
Mother laughed a mess, I was very calm, this is where, send you the grain of rice to raise for a few days, you will know that you are afraid, the coat is also riding.
I remember reading a book with Rice Grain once told him that in the Harvard Business Review, only 12-18 people were enough for a quality social circle.
That is to say: we adults don't really need to know so many friends, and only 18 of our best friends are enough.
Of course, you are now in the stage of making friends, you can make as many as you want, and when you grow up, you will slowly have your own fixed circle of friends.
Unfortunately, the grain of rice only heard the first half of the sentence.
On the night of going to Happy Valley, everyone found a very lively parent-child restaurant to eat.
When I went to the bathroom, a waiter came over and said: Parent-child cooperation plays a game, and a large fruit plate is sent.
Grains of rice were the first to raise their hands to register.
When I returned to the table, I was inexplicably taken to the game table by the waiter, and the grains of rice were waiting for me on the stage.
This game is called "Making Friends".
Several families who are completely strangers introduce themselves to each other, and then perform a show to send each other, and the most terrible thing is that the families on stage have to take turns to introduce and perform.
Of the 8 moms who went with me, I was the only one standing alone on the stage, next to all the 2- and 3-year-old bean buns and their moms, and I and the rice grain seemed out of place.
At that moment, I felt everyone's sympathy for me.
After returning to her seat full of "trauma", Xiao Kun's mother said with an apologetic face that he stopped the grain of rice, but did not hold it, he rushed up on his own, and said: "My mother needs to make friends!" “
It's really hard.
There is a son with social bovine disease, and he is often forced to feel the "C-bit sense of existence" with him, which is really very difficult.
I believe that these 7 old mothers should no longer envy me, and only after experiencing them can they understand.
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