My wife is a teacher and has winter and summer vacations. During the winter vacation, she brought her own baby, what did she feel? It is an incomparable hope to go back to work. She loved our baby so much. But she also loves freedom and peace

My wife is a teacher and has winter and summer vacations.

During the winter vacation, she brought her own baby, what did she feel? It is an incomparable hope to go back to work.

She loved our baby so much.

But she also loves freedom and concentration.

The time spent with the child gives her the feeling that she can't do anything she wants.

She wants to turn on the computer and write a manuscript?

No way.

She wants to concentrate on reading?

Does she want to prepare lesson plans carefully?

Does she want to concentrate on eating?

Does she want to concentrate on going to the bathroom?

Sorry, or not.

The child needs her all the time, sticks to her all the time.

My wife knows that this is a normal developmental process and our baby is accumulating her sense of security, so she tries her best to be satisfied.

But my wife is also human.

She sometimes said to me: Really... Tired.

Seriously, tired?

It's not actually tiring.

But she didn't like it.

I don't like telling the same story more than ten times a day.

I don't like to find a way to make her eat more every day.

Didn't like to play those childish games with her.

All these things made her deeply feel that she existed.

I can only feel that she is a mother.

What a suffocating...

There are people in this world who are suitable to be housewives, take care of the orderly family, take care of the children and accompany the children with laughter.

But my wife sometimes questions herself as if she can't do it.

She doesn't need the house to be so organized, it's almost enough.

She didn't like being with children twenty-four hours a day and suffocating her.

She also doesn't like to wash this and that for me, and I'm too lazy to wash her own.

Winter vacation has not been a few days so far, but she misses it immensely.

I miss her three-foot lecture hall, and I miss her students who will show a sudden and enlightened expression.

I miss the feeling that she concentrated on preparing lessons and thinking about how to talk about this knowledge point over and over again.

Nostalgic for having a computer in front of me, the pleasure of quickly typing to carve the scenery of the thought on the end of the pen.

Nostalgia for everything that was once.

What is lost with a child is freedom unless a mother is able to ignore the needs and cries of her child. Does a story tell more than a dozen times a day? A lot for adults, not much for kids. Is there something wrong with wanting to play with your mom? At no time, except for eating and sleeping, for young children the mother and she are one, there is no concept of playing with her, it is inseparable. But it's too scary for adults, and there's no ego with kids.

Is the housewife doing well?

Some people can live well, she just doesn't want the results of her efforts to be evaluated only by others

That's all.