Today, I accompanied my son to a calligraphy class, and the content I wrote was: "Article Ancient Things".
My son asked me, "Dad, do you know what the article means through the ages?" ”
I thought about it, and I really didn't dare to say, I went back to "I don't know." ”
"In every article, there are thousands of ancient things." He said in a still childish tone.
I felt a shock in my heart after listening to it!
On the one hand, I was shocked that his explanation was not as rigorous as the correct answer, but it should be generally correct, and his ability to understand was indeed beyond my expectations. On the other hand, it was the first time I learned something from my son and I really felt his growth!
On the other hand, his progress in calligraphy is beyond my reach, and the child has begun to be better than me, record: October 26, 2023. Also record his calligraphy.
This feeling is both surprising and a little lost. When my son grows up, it also means that he is getting old...
I don't know if I see life more thoroughly, or if it's true that most people are short-sighted. Regarding the growth of children, I always seem to be so different from most people, most people often say: "This child is growing up, it's too tiring!" "However, I am different, I never want my children to grow up, and even every time my child wants to hug, I am not too tired to be able to do it. So much so that his grandmother used to say, "This child is what you are used to!" ”
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However, I thought to myself, how long can we hold the whole process of the child's growth? In fact, it really didn't take long, it didn't take much age, and the child himself didn't need to hug.
I can't help but think of the saying: the growth of children is the process of gradually moving away from their parents. Therefore, I never want them to grow up quickly, and even whenever the growth of children changes too much, I will feel a little inexplicably sad in my heart, maybe I am more nostalgic? Delicate? I'm not sure which nerve or gene this mood comes from.
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Therefore, every day after work, when I am at home with my child, I devote myself to playing with him and experiencing every moment with him.
Even, sometimes I will go crazy with him, not hesitating to stain my clothes and body, because then the child will laugh very loudly and very happy, that is the most innocent laugh in the world! At that time, I would immerse myself in his laughter, just watch quietly, not interrupt him, and even the picture of greedy hope was frozen at this moment.
It was then that I understood that that feeling was called happiness.