Text/Gao Ying
It's back to school season.
Due to the shadow of the epidemic and the impact of the double reduction policy, her daughter, as a prospective junior high school graduate facing the middle school entrance examination, spent a rare 33-day vacation at home, which was her last winter vacation in the nine-year compulsory education stage.
On the afternoon of the fifteenth day of the first month, my daughter began to prepare supplies for the opening of the school. A look at her in addition to the backpack also has four handbags full of books, do not have to know that it is very heavy, I said that the first day of the unused things can not be brought first, but the daughter said that there are still some things not loaded, but these have to be brought.
Although she sleeps a little late at night, her daughter, who has been good at getting up early since childhood, can still get up early. After my daughter ate about a dozen dumplings, she was ready to go to school.
We chose walking as always. My daughter was carrying a school bag, one hand carrying a handbag containing books, the other hand carrying a bag containing volleyball, the other three bags were grabbed by me to carry, my daughter was afraid of tired me, always wanted to have another bag to carry, I firmly disagreed.
No wonder my daughter was worried about me. By the time I was a weak tiger in this year of the tiger, I was fifty years old, and I didn't go out to exercise much during the winter vacation, which was obviously not as strong as my daughter who was in adolescence and insisted on physical exercise during the holidays.
However, the mother's instinct prevailed, thinking that it was hard enough for my daughter to get these bags up to the third floor alone after entering the campus, I was still willing to share it for her on the road so that she could save her energy.
None of the walking students saw a second person carrying as much stuff as my daughter did, probably everyone else was thinking the same thing: they didn't use as much stuff on the first day of school. But as the daughter of the running student, she is more real and refuses to carry it in batches, so I can only go with her, sighing and saying that I don't know and thinking that you are a residential student.
A parent riding an electric car to send students saw us and couldn't help but say to the children in the back seat: "You see the students have to bring so many things!" The daughter whispered, "Sure enough, others will treat me like a residential student." ”
I said, "If you're a residential student, you'll have to bring futons, clothes, or something, and there's more stuff, so you really have to let your dad drive you." ”
When there were still two or three hundred meters away from the school gate, my daughter would not let me continue to send her. I insisted on not, insisting on sending it near the school gate.
Seeing that my daughter was a little embarrassed, I looked up and looked around, and found that the students were consciously lining up in a single line to enter the school, there were no parents stranded at the school gate, and there were several teachers including school leaders on duty at the door, so I gave up trying to discuss with the school security guards the idea of sending my daughter into the campus, gave the bag to my daughter, and watched her work hard but resolutely enter the school gate alone with everything.
Like our parents, our daughters who refuse to trouble others easily will most likely climb up to the third floor alone with such heavy things. Before going out, I repeatedly asked for help if necessary, but my daughter advised me to rest assured that she would walk around and rest.
On the way back, I silently sighed: It is difficult to not let the child follow me, am I not also honest and more honest and stubborn? And hard-working is a quality that both my father and I have.
Think about the pampered and habitual raised in the original family, I began to live in the school at the age of thirteen, and since then I have been going out alone without worrying about my family, and I have become a child of the family's reassurance card, not as good as my favored daughter is a fifteen-year-old person, it is indeed time to let go of her and be assured.
My daughter is no longer the little doll who has to rely on adults completely, no longer the childish and confused child, and now she can be called a "little adult", not only gradually learning self-management, but also teaching me how to live actively.
By 2022, I have been with my daughter full-time for ten years. In the past ten years, my daughter and I have also been friends and mentors, inspired and promoted each other, and on the whole, we belong to the growth state of "mother and daughter growing up".
However, as a mother, in the past ten years, I still regard my daughter as a kite in my hand, holding her with a thread woven with attention, and the thread in my hand is loose and tight, guiding her flight direction.
I was not a teacher of knowledge, and I did not even teach my daughter the basic knowledge of my major, but only a companion for her daily growth. Unconsciously, this accompaniment is ten years, only the more than a million words I wrote down and some random photos recorded the traces of the years.
Before the school started, I said to my daughter that from now on you are no longer a kite in your mother's hand, but a bird with hardened wings that can fly independently, and when you are young, you must leave your mother, keep flying far away, and fly as high as you can.
This is my heartfelt words as a mother. After all, every mother who truly loves her daughter sincerely hopes that her daughter will live a happier life than herself, and will not trap her daughter in the limitations of her life and try to control her.
Gao Ying wrote on February 16, 2022, the sixteenth day of the first month, on Wednesday
