Some time ago, I chatted with a few young people.
Somehow I talked about "my own small problems", and as soon as the topic came out, everyone rushed to speak.
Someone said:
Recently, I seem to have auditory hallucinations.
Whenever I was ready to get up and go to work, I could always hear the bed holding me.
The other listened and hurriedly said:
You're not even big, I still hallucinate every month.
The previous day's salary has just been paid, and the next day you can see a text message saying that your current total account balance is zero.
Another one said:
My experience was even more frightening, and I may have encountered a black hole in time.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, I was preparing to play with my mobile phone to sleep, but I didn't expect to look at the time again, and it suddenly arrived at 2 a.m.
Hearing this, I laughed and said nothing.
To be honest, I've also been troubled by not being able to get out of bed, spending lavishly, and not being able to quit staying up late to play on my phone.
Until one day, I became the mother of the child.
Only then did I find that as a walking material bag, a humanoid husky, a child such a creature, can definitely cure the old mother's various unhappiness.
Whatever it is cleanliness, procrastination, can't sleep, wrap you a minute of medicine to get rid of the disease!
Before I had a baby, I was probably a severe cleanliness patient.
What wash your hands to take some water to flush the faucet, as soon as you get home, you have to wipe your mobile phone with alcohol cotton pads, and the clothes you wear outside must not touch the bed...
These are basic operations for me.
Unexpectedly, I still met my destined "nemesis".
Coming home from kindergarten, I reminded my children along the way:
There was a lot of germs outside, so the first thing we did when we got home was to wash our hands.
But when I took out the key to open the door, just now this little hairy head who had sworn in the elevator and said that he would wash his hands carefully, had already thrown off his shoes at this moment, and plunged into the sofa and began to roll.
Looking at his mud-stained shoes and dusty pants that occasionally fell out of a few lumps of dirt, I fell silent again.
Actually, my kids not only come home without knowing how to wash their hands.
After going to the toilet, eating fried chicken, finishing a dirt fight... He doesn't wash his hands.
At most, reach out with both hands and rub back and forth on your pants.
Even if I don't wash my hands, what is even more devastating is that my child still has a traditional talent that is retained.
That is, picking the nose.
When practicing words, you should cut it;
When you have eaten enough, you must cut it;
Watch Ultraman see the rise, but also a cut.
In short, if you are happy, you must also cut, and if you are unhappy, you must also cut.
After cutting, use two fingers to rub into a small ball, and then flick it gently.
How to say it?
If I am guilty, let the law punish me.
Instead of letting me wipe the floor, I picked up the suspicious brown dough again and again!
Raising a child is like raising a husky, and from then on I don't know what neatness is.
And I gradually understood in tears:
Families who have children, don't ask for anything clean, hygienic, and orderly, and it is good to be able to live in people.
When the mother wants to live, only selective blindness.
Before, I thought the most distant distance in the world was when I was sitting in front of my husband and he was playing with his phone.
After giving birth to a child, I learned that the farthest distance is actually the child from the bed to the bed.
My child always has a magical power:
Whether you gently pat him on the arm and call him "Baby, it's time to get up";
Still in a hurry, he rushed in and lifted his quilt, urging him to "get up again, you will be late."
He remained closed and motionless, as if dead.
It wasn't until you shouted his full name in a fit of rage that he slowly opened one eye and muttered in his mouth:
Good mom, just let me sleep for another 5 minutes.
This leads to the fact that every morning, from the moment she opens her eyes, the old mother has to be busy cooking, waking up, dressing the baby, packing the school bag, looking for a red scarf...
Every action is eager to turn on the accelerator.
And the children?
Get up slowly, get dressed, brush your teeth, eat breakfast...
It's like driving at 0.5x speed.
It was hard to go out, but I found that the child had already tilted his head and was lying on the sofa again.
When the old mother sweated profusely and stepped on the dot to send the child to school, she couldn't help but sigh deeply.
As a mom, I have three tough battles to fight every day:
Get up in the morning, read after school, and go to sleep late at night.
But now, it's just over the first game.
Before mom, I was a bit procrastinatory;
After giving birth to a child, it suddenly disappeared.
After all, the mother may not be a fast gunner, but the child is always grinding foreign workers.
Now, the most common thing I say to my kids every day is "hurry up":
Get up quickly, eat faster, write your homework faster, sleep faster, and be sensible faster.
And the child's response to me is always "wait a minute":
Wait a minute, write it later, wait a minute and then say...
In the past, at night, I was most afraid that I would not be able to sleep.
The strange questions in his head jumped out one after another, one moment curled up his toes because of the troubles that had been out many years ago, and the next moment he remembered that he had not played well with people during the day and slammed the bed.
I counted over and over again, "Less than seven hours," "I can sleep five hours, sleep fast," and "If I start sleeping now, I'll have three more hours" until it's light.
But now, the most distressing thing for me has become", "What if the child doesn't sleep?"
Before I always heard people say, children are super long standby super life, charging five minutes, bouncing all day.
When I become a mother, I want to say to them:
No, rumors stop at the wise.
For a five- or six-year-old child, even if he doesn't recharge, he can still be full of energy.
As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, it meant that he had turned on the machine, and from this moment on, he got up by jumping, walked by running, and ate by flying, like the perpetual motion machine that could not stop.
Either whining or jumping up and down.
One moment he punched me twice at the bookcase, and the next he called out to me passionately:
Mom, let's fight!
In order to keep me and the furniture together until retirement, my husband and I are ready to take him out to let the wind out.
The weather was nice and my husband and I decided to take turns playing football with our kids.
Just like that, an hour later, there were two more middle-aged people in the park with miserable faces and whimpering.
And the children around them are still rampaged like wild dogs that have lost their reins.
I was wrong.
It's not about giving the kids a wind, it's about forcing myself to have a stroke.
At night, it took me a lot of effort to press the child to the bed.
At this moment, I was already dying, but he was still unsatisfied, staring at me with two eyes and asking me:
Are you really going to sleep?
Is it okay to play the last 5 minutes again?
Mom, can you hug me?
Oh boy.
Mom didn't want to hug, she just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Before I had children, I was the least willing to go to work.
At that time, for me, sunny days were suitable for travel, rainy days were suitable for sleeping, how to look at this long time, there was no day suitable for work.
As soon as the alarm clock rings in the morning, more than 500 reasons for leave can appear in your mind.
Unexpectedly, when I had a child, my whole person changed.
I'm in the morning —"
I'm on my lunch break —"
Even if one second before the clock-out, I was told by the leader to work overtime, I was still like this -
What, you say I'm rolling up?
Oh, young man, I see that you just don't have a baby.
When you have a child, or a rewarding child, you will naturally understand:
For mothers, going to work is a vacation, and taking a baby will explode.
Do you think that taking a baby is to cook for him, sleep with him, and fiddle with toys when you are bored?
In fact, the moment the child opened his eyes, the trumpet of battle was blown.
On this day, you have to repeat it hundreds of times:
Don't run around, sit well, be quiet, hurry me, don't call mom;
To meditate on three meals a day, stare at the time he plays with his mobile phone and iPad, plays the role of a reader, plays a lifeguard, plays a diligent and studious parent to set an example for the baby;
You may also have to experience a series of work injuries such as being chased by the child's Ultraman, being chased by a child, being knocked to the ground by a child who suddenly accelerates, and being forced to walk for half an hour with a child of twenty or thirty kilograms.
When you go to work, you can still touch the fish and run to the toilet to pull with a salary.
In the days of the baby, your child is always spinning, jumping, and closing his eyes, and you can only chase after his ass, collapse, day after day.
Even if you sit on the toilet, there is a small face on the toilet door, calling you "Mommy Mommy" over and over against the crack in the door.
More importantly -
Don't give money!
Not a penny!
And ah, the day the work is still done, the mother is a year-round.
After doing so, my passion for work has increased!
Scholar Liang Shiqiu wrote in "Life Is Just Like This":
Enjoy life without indulging, see through life without being negative.
No matter how impetuous the world is, try to maintain an elegance, tranquility and indifference.
Isn't that our middle-aged mother?
After all these years of fighting wits and courage with children, the little fairy with the glass heart, the princess disease, and the power of the unbound chicken has disappeared.
Instead, a middle-aged woman who raises children three times a day eventually becomes unfazed, and can maintain peace and love even in the face of the child's endless moths.
In the beginning, I also broke down because of his sloppiness, grinding, and restlessness.
But unconsciously, when I looked up again, I was surprised to find:
The years are cold, and a thousand sails are passing by.
Not only is he alive, but he also has a strong, wise heart and humor that can make chickens fly and dog jump as a paragraph.
What's more, I really can't help it, we can still find the other half.
Let him bleed and buy us a real bag.
This time, saying anything can also "pack" cure all diseases!