At eight o'clock in the morning, my aunt knocked on the door.
Originally the family was peaceful, I was washing the leaves of lettuce, planning to make a hand cake for breakfast, and my daughter sat in the fence and patted the inflatable frog wildly.
While changing her shoes, the aunt greeted her daughter in her most gentle voice: Peach, you are up.
As a result, the daughter straightened her body and cried incessantly.
For a week, my daughter, like a not-so-clever detective, finally found out the truth: as soon as this person appeared, my mother disappeared.
To the baby, the mother does not seem to be an independent person, is a part of her, the mother walks away, just like without anesthesia, click to cut off an arm, the effect is the same.
Indeed it is. I would try to hide in the study and not make a sound. My daughter is in separation anxiety, playing well, as long as she sees me, immediately open her mouth, do not cry and tear her heart and lungs, and definitely do not stop.
It seems to pour out a river of grievances.
At this time, the golden rules on those parenting books will come to mind, what children cry to be appeased at the first time, otherwise she will be insecure, what nanny with children are more obedient, but this means that she is suppressing herself.
In short, the experts who write parenting books seem to have no understanding that the mothers of this era also have to go out and work hard. They use this shit, click, and shackle moms all over the world.
Last Friday, I was writing an article, the urine was surging, but I didn't dare to go to the toilet, just thinking, ah, bear with it, endure it again, hurry up and go again, otherwise she will cry again, and take the time to coax her.
Knock on the last stop and rush to the bathroom.
Talking to my aunt at noon, she laughed so hard that the rice grains squirted out, hahahahaha, me too, I also choked to death, but think about it, or wait for you to finish.
Finally understood the words on the Internet, the husband can not be, the aunt can not be without.
Husbands with children can basically be described as. Every five minutes, he ran up to me with his daughter in his arms and kept asking, "Okay?" How are you? How much did you write? She cried you first coax it.
Spending money and free, sure enough, is different.
Ever since my aunt came to my house, I've cared about the weather like never before. Last week, Nanjing was so cold that it either rained or the leaves danced in the wind, and most of the time, her daughter could only be trapped at home, and her voice was crying dumb.
Even the neighbors asked, what happened to your daughter? Is it uncomfortable?
"It'll be warm next week." "From next Thursday, there will be no zero." "It's sixteen degrees next weekend." I seemed to be possessed by Zhang Wei and reported the weather forecast to my aunt eighty times.
Today, it was warm, the sun was shining on the slide downstairs, the aunt took her daughter, climbed up and down over and over again, I sat on the balcony, read the novel, and then stretched my neck to look downstairs, the daughter stood up trembling, skewed into the arms of the aunt, and remembered a garbage book, "If you are okay, it is a sunny day."
Watching others bring children, children seem to become cute.
A few days ago, a reader sent me a WeChat, talking about the phenomenon of young people's fear of marriage and childbearing, she herself is the same, every time she sees the relevant, she takes a breath of cold air, not born and absolutely not born.
Raising a child is really not a pleasant experience. In infancy, personally, you will be annoyed to death, as soon as you hear her crying, you just want to rush out of the house and simply run away from home. Mother-in-law to bring, well, congratulations on your upcoming becoming an active member of the baoma group, because the mother-in-law does not pay attention to hygiene, the mother-in-law with the child video and a bunch of farts, do not spit unhappy.
And all of the above, for the accompanying parents, is just a hehehehe.
Ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, where are you?
How hard and hard should we work hard to be a good mother who doesn't have to blame herself? With this question in mind, I watched "Chasing the Sunny Island" of the Greek Trilogy.
It is the original work of the British drama "Dreher's Family", the author is a very powerful biologist, Baidu Encyclopedia said that at the age of six, he was determined to build his own zoo.
When I was six years old, I was still peeing my pants, wetting a pair of cotton pants, and a little boy in the class ran to my house to report that my mother could quickly get a clean pair of cotton pants and go to school.
The book was particularly easy to read, and it struck me like a mallet on the head. A woman, dragging four children, can let the impulse sell the house she has just bought for a year and run to live on an island in Greece.
The reason is too simple to be true, it always rains in the UK, the weather is too bad, I want to go to a sunny place.
This mother doesn't have any special skills, but she can cook and garden. Unlike now, parents wish they were the reincarnation of Sun Wukong.
The four children were also a bit of a mess, and the eldest son was either writing novels manically or hollowing out his mind to satirize everyone in the family. The second son is like a well-developed man with developed limbs, and there is nothing else to do but practice shooting. The third is a daughter, adolescence, and like our adolescence, all day long thinking about how to eliminate pimples. The youngest son, the author, was a ten-year-old boy at the time, either looking for animals or dragging them home to raise them, bats, turtles, seagulls, snakes, dogs, owls...
If you have to face such four children, are you crazy, or crazy, or crazy?
When we were young, when parents heard a little wind and grass, they had to die of anger, grasp early love, catch games, grasp extracurricular books, in short, things other than learning, they had to be impossible.
Now it seems to be another trend, but whenever you smell that you have a little sign of interest, immediately find you a teacher, apply for classes, buy relevant books, one-stop service, chauffeur-driven, rain or shine. My aunt, my daughter loves to play basketball, every week high to ask the coach for counseling, if the study is not ok, you can also try to take the sports special enrollment. Every day when I came home, I had to accompany my homework until one o'clock in the middle of the night.
Can you not be tired?
Why do high school students have to accompany them when writing homework? When did it become popular to raise a child, and you had to think about the long term for him?
The author's mother, certainly did not think so much. The son wanted to write a novel and went with him. The son wants to shoot, go far away and fight, don't argue with the family. The daughter is troubled by pimples, annoyed by it, and it is not a strange thing to love beauty. The younger son catches insects all day long to raise turtles, it doesn't matter, he can always feed himself in the future.
However, four children, I can't manage it if I want to.
Flipped through the circle of friends, friends of the same age, has long become a frightened parent, today's son reading punch card, tomorrow's daughter dance practice video, probably want to affirm themselves, OK, as a parent I also counted as a pass.
My daughter woke up from her nap and cried, my aunt went to change her diapers, and I silently closed the study door. Cry for a while, cry for a while, and it won't be.
Last week, when I was alone, I was still a little guilty, leaving my daughter unaccompanied and enjoying myself.
Now, just by reading a book, I am at ease and depraved.