Middle-aged mothers work hard during the day to earn money, and continue to work overtime at night, but even if they are worn by life, please hold your head high and smile at life!
Author | Coke Mom
Some time ago, I brushed up on such a piece of news, which made me laugh out loud instantly:
A 39-year-old mother of two children went to pick up her young daughter from school at the entrance of the kindergarten as usual.
Who knew that a big aunt in her 50s next to her came forward to talk to her:
"Are you also here to pick up your grandson?"
Seemingly simple and simple sentence, not very hurtful, but extremely insulting, the mother was stunned at the time.
After she reacted, she asked the netizens indignantly:
"You said that my 500 hot domineering president's head, this dress 1,000 yuan bought, this pants 280, this shoe is also 780, what is the problem?"
After returning home, the battered mother remembered that her skin care products were used up two months ago, but she had not been willing to buy them.
So I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, and I placed an order of more than 9,000 yuan in one breath.
Hahahaha.
It is estimated that the big mother who talked to this mother at that time could not imagine that her unintentional words would require the other party to spend so much money to heal.
But laughing and laughing, I suddenly wanted to cry:
Why did she see the baby pick up at the entrance of the kindergarten, and her first reaction was that she should be a grandmother?
I think, on the one hand, because there are indeed a lot of grandmothers;
But on the other hand, it is because this middle-aged mother has indeed been tortured by the baby and life too much!
I remember one time, I had a small gathering with a few friends.
A friend was late in coming, and as soon as he sat down, he drank a large glass of water, and complained like a cannon:
"You don't know, but you're mad at me!"
Just taking the elevator, I saw a little girl in her twenties holding several couriers, kindly asked her how many floors she was going to, she actually took revenge, and her mouth was 'sixth floor, thank you aunt'.
aunt? We are all adults in the legal sense, there is no need for this! ”
Another friend smiled slightly and waved his hand:
"Look at you, you're still so unstable when you're an aunt, what's this?"
That time I accompanied my daughter to the playground, she sat on the top of the slide and did not dare to slide down, and the staff next to her encouraged her: 'Don't be afraid, let Grandma slide down with you.' ’
At that time, I heard it, and it was called a sour feeling. ”
As soon as these words came out, the friends present shared their tragic experience of being forced to act as elders.
We agree that after becoming a mother, the odds of being called "aunt", "big bride", "grandmother" are simply rising in a straight line, but even if they are hit many times, they still can't help but doubt themselves:
Am I already so kind, old, old-fashioned?
What's even more infuriating is that it seems that getting old is only for my mother, but our husband is still like a big guy.
I remember once, my husband and I were shopping side by side and met a few college students.
One of the college students came up and called me "Auntie."
He also told me that he was a nearby student and needed to do some street interviews to flesh out his dissertation data.
Just as I was gritting my teeth and answering, thinking that it was probably because I was in a hurry to go out today and didn't wear lipstick, I suddenly heard him shouting "brother" at the big pig's trotter.
Watching the big pig's hooves hold back a smile and correct the other person's appearance, at that moment, I felt my heart raining.
It was bigger than the day when Qi Guiren was killed, and even bigger than the day when Yi Ping asked her father for money.
Let's just say, is there any reason for this?
Obviously, I am the same age as the big pig's trotter, how did it come to the eyes of passers-by, he is still the teenager he was, but I became his mother?
Later, after my self-study research, I found that:
One of the important reasons why middle-aged mothers appear vicissitudes is the style of dressing.
It doesn't matter whether you used to be pure lust, celebrity, business, or sports, after becoming a mother, you will all become a gray-headed and dirty-faced wind.
Summed up in three words, that is: Pick up! earth! gas!
In the past, most of the things you thought about were what texture skirt this top should be matched with, and what color shoes should be matched with this pants.
And now, the only thing you need to consider is that it is inconvenient to wear this outfit with a baby.
After all, in the first two years after giving birth to a baby, you must always be wary of the unexpected pulling, pulling, and pulling of the bear boy.
I was afraid that if I was not careful, my trembling flesh would be exposed to the public.
When you think of this, you can only bear to give up all kinds of fashionable and fashionable bandeauxes, suspenders, and slit skirts.
At that time, the big pig's hooves still deceived and comforted me.
Say that in two years, when the child grows up and can go on his own, without the old mother holding it, you are not yet at the forefront of the trend in minutes.
The result?
hehe.
When my son was a little older, he fell in love with the game of spinning, jumping, and riding a big horse.
Otherwise, I will run after him, and I will not be able to fly with my wings.
In order to cooperate with him, the old mother never wore a small skirt or high heels again.
Instead, I was eager to weld a variety of loose and fat sweatpants on my legs, and paired with a pair of foot strength.
From the back, I couldn't tell which one was me and which was my mother.
Not only that, when taking the baby, the old mother's clothes may be stained with saliva, snot, and various unknown traces left by the baby at any time.
In order to resist dirt, the old mother can only tears with a variety of bright and cheerful colors say goodbye.
Every day there is an infinite cycle between black, gray, dark green, and earth yellow, and even the square dancing aunt is more beautiful than me.
There are also those small satchels that serve as the essence of the collocation, and when the mother is even more unthinkable.
When you are a child, you have to fill bottles, diapers, and thermos cups;
When the baby is big, you still have toys, handkerchief paper, small blankets, and you can't do it without a large and large backpack.
Just ask such an operation, who does not look one or twenty years older than the actual age?
In terms of "showing old age", those who have the same status as bad dress are estimated to be basically abandoned body management.
When people reach middle age, they are prone to horizontal development.
And being a mother, I pressed 2 times the speed for my obesity.
Since his son went to elementary school, big pig trotters have been working overtime for many years, either hiding in the company's gym or playing games with their buddies.
And me?
I had to rush back to pick up the kids, cook dinner, clean up the kitchen...
Then, watching my son wriggle around at the writing desk like a lice on his ass, one moment saying he wanted to drink water and the other saying he wanted to go to the toilet.
Every 5 minutes of writing, I look up and look at me expectantly:
"Mom, can I take a break?"
At first, I was able to patiently answer him, "No, you don't have to finish writing a course before you can rest."
By later, I was so angry that I couldn't speak.
Whenever this happens, I take the bread from the refrigerator and say I'll make breakfast tomorrow, and stuff it viciously into my mouth while comforting myself:
"Biological, biological, who let him be my own?"
When I finished writing the language and it was time to start writing math, my son began to bounce on my fragile nerves again.
I asked him, "Four cows produce 720 kilograms of milk per month, how many kilograms per cow produces per month on average?" ”
But he thought about it and said:
"Mom, you know what? In fact, cows are also divided into male and female, oh, I used to think that cows are all females, but that day Zihao told me..."
I could only rudely interrupt him: "Shut up, I'm asking you math problems now!" ”
The son shook his head and said:
"You look at me and make me nervous, of course, it may also be because I haven't drunk milk in a long time, didn't you say last time that you were going to help me bring milk?" How come you always forget..."
In the end, I could only cover my chest and open the takeaway interface with a trembling sound.
At this time, the big pig's hooves finally returned, only to see him pat his head in a fake way:
"Oops, I'm late from work today.
Well, my son's homework is done, right? ”
At this moment, I finally understood in tears why I and the big pig's trotters were becoming more and more like two generations.
Married for many years, people still play games when they should play games, fitness is fitness, and they are dashing like a single guy;
Since having a baby, the scientific name is "Mother", the common name is "Mother", the folk nickname is "Old Mother", and the social stage name is "Coke Mama".
The daily life is centered on the baby, with the baby's learning as the radius, giving up all social and entertainment.
The only two remaining hobbies are chicken babies and cooking.
No wonder the fashionable and beautiful little girl before is gone, and now I have been trampled by the years into a veritable old lady!
Now, I finally realize:
In looking at things like "aunts" and "grandmothers", we are always short of ambition.
Not because we are dressed in dirt and in poor shape, but because we have given most of our time to our children and families, and we have no time to think about matching or manage our bodies.
But fortunately, the appearance is old, and the love received has not diminished.
Over the years, the big pig's trotters still prepare surprises for me from time to time, sometimes a bouquet of flowers, sometimes a silk scarf, and then a sentence:
"As soon as I saw it, I thought it was a good fit for you."
The same goes for sons.
Every time I shouted that I wanted to lose weight, he would roll his eyes and mutter, "The 10,000th time, who believes?"
But the next second, he gave me his favorite shrimp clip and said:
"If you don't eat enough, how can you lose weight?"
The years are cold, and a thousand sails are skipped.
While time took away my collagen, it also mercifully left those who loved me and those I loved.
That being the case, in the eyes of others, what does it matter whether I am an "aunt" or a "grandmother"?
Anyway, in the eyes of myself and my family, I am the one I am, and I will always be the irreplaceable one.
Click "like it", may all mothers be free from being called and age definition, stand up, raise their heads, lift their breath, and continue to fight towards their future lives!