Married,
Became a home,
And then you got pregnant,
To take care of the family,
You consciously became a housewife.
Take care of the children, wash and cook,
The skills that used to come in handy,
No, learn now,
Because you know,
You're no longer the girl who dances with her wings.
A little baby waiting to be fed,
The eyes are squeezed into a line,
The mouth is wide open,
That childish child's voice came from the little throat,
A loud bang came out.
You are helpless,
Hurry up and brew a cup of milk powder,
When the pacifier blocks your baby's mouth,
You have to have a moment of peace.
Gradually,
The baby grows up,
It's also more naughty,
You turn on nagging mode,
But the child has one ear in and one ear out.
The surface obeys you,
But when you turn around,
He ran out again.
Time flies,
The child enters a period of rebellion,
Because of the child's early love,
You keep persuading,
Not only did he not listen,
Also hit you for the first time.
You're angry.
It's also sad,
Lying in bed at night,
Sleepless.
The next day,
You still cook for the kids early,
On the way to send him to school,
You can't help but ask,
The child impatiently breaks free of your hand,
Run to campus.
You look sheepishly at the child's back,
You know he has wings too,
You can't control him.
It's been a long time,
Married life also from the initial sweetness,
Back to the plain.
He was laid off.
Become fond of drinking,
You persuaded him not to be so depressed,
This family still needs you to support.
He blushed,
Also confronting you,
He said he had given enough,
Tell you to leave him alone.
You had a big fight with him,
For their own mediocrity,
Also for his lack of self-motivation,
And, of course, the son who doesn't worry about it.
But what else can be done?
There is no way,
You're still doing what a housewife is supposed to do.
Taking good care of their food, clothing, shelter and transportation,
Encourage them with words,
Warm them with action.
On this day,
You're tired,
But the floor is too dirty,
You're not ready to rest yet.
Suddenly your son appeared before him,
Grab the mop,
It was done quickly.
When cooking at noon,
Son help you lay the groundwork,
You're happy,
It's also gratifying.
At night
Your lover comes home from work,
Bought a bouquet of flowers to send you,
And your favorite roast chicken.
Your tears flow out unconsciously,
At the dinner table,
I realized that today was Mother's Day.
You're crying again,
I wish it was Mother's Day every day.
"Mom, wife, I'm sorry"
Sons and lovers,
are all apologizing to you,
You guys talk a lot.
You are full of emotions,
I also have more confidence to take care of this family,
There's nothing you can't eat.
Because you still have a family that loves you.
Ginseng Spleen and Stomach Granules,
A "ginseng" to protect the spleen and stomach health of every worker!