During the Qingming holiday, my daughter came home, and I was busy stewing for her every day, thinking only about letting her eat well and be full. But it backfired, but her daughter was never interested in the dishes and ate very little. I began to wonder if she wanted to lose weight, so she avoided the delicacies. Yesterday I made a big pot of old hen soup, which was full of chicken and shiitake mushrooms, and it was very delicious. Thinking that my mother was sick in bed, I sent a big bowl to my parents, and they could eat moving, and I felt a little comforted in my heart. But my daughter was not interested in this bowl of chicken soup at all, and I was a little angry, wondering if she was deliberately picky. Today I stewed eel soup again, she has loved eel since she was a child, and I thought about making her something she loves. I still remember when she was a child, whenever I made eels, she was always the first to pick up chopsticks. So I deliberately cooked a big pot of eel slices, the eel was delicious and tender, and it was a perfect match with green onions, ginger, garlic and perilla! However, I still gave half of it to my parents, because I always felt that they were old and needed to eat more good food to keep them healthy. However, my daughter's attitude towards this bowl of eel soup was still cold, and I couldn't stand it anymore and asked her what was wrong. She suddenly said, "You always want to give others something delicious, but have you ever thought about what I want to eat? You always impose your own ideas on others, but I also have my preferences!" I didn't react at once, what she said was like a sharp sword piercing my heart, I didn't even realize how she felt. I blamed myself and wondered if I was being too selfish, and if I should care more about my daughter's thoughts? This little thing made me reflect deeply on my own performance as a mother. I realized that love is a two-way street, and that you can't just give, you have to learn to listen and understand. When my daughter grows up, I also have to learn to respect her choices and give her enough freedom and support. As a mother, I want to do more than just meet her physical needs, but also respect her feelings and thoughts. It was the most important lesson I learned from this and it was my path to growing up as a mother.
