Title: "The Lost and Awakening of Mother's Love: I am 58 years old, but my hard work for my son has become a joke." I didn't come to my senses until my husband left."
There are times in our lives when we feel like we're in an absurd dream. For me, it was when I was 58 years old, when I finally realized that everything I had done for my son was the laughing stock of others, and after my husband was gone, I came to my senses and began to re-examine my life.
I am an ordinary housewife who has been quietly dedicated to my family all my life. My husband is a busy businessman and is often on the go, while I take care of the kids and household chores at home. My son has been my heart since he was a child, and my love for him is almost impossible to express in words. I worked hard and saved money to provide him with the best living conditions and educational resources. However, when he grew up, my efforts became the object of ridicule from others.
I remember one time when my son brought his friends to the house to play. I was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen and heard them laughing in the living room. I couldn't help but stop what I was doing and sneak up on the living room door, wondering what they were laughing at. However, when I heard them talk sarcastically about everything I had done for my son, my heart was wrenching. They said that I doted on my son too much, made him weak and incompetent, and even called him "Mamabao". At that moment, I felt my heart broken into a thousand pieces.
I began to reflect on my actions. Yes, I have always been devoted to my son, but have I neglected his upbringing, have I made him dependent on me too much, have I not given him enough room to be independent? These questions pierced me deeply like a knife.
However, it wasn't these outside ridicules that really sobered me up, it was my husband who left us. He told me that he was feeling stressed and couldn't stand the tension in his family. The news hit me like a bolt from the blue, and I came to my senses completely. I realized that I had been focusing all my attention on my son and ignoring my husband's presence and feelings.
After the divorce, I felt extremely lost and lonely. But at the same time, I also realized that this was my chance to start over. I started to pay attention to my inner world, I started to find my own hobbies, and I started to reshape my life. I learned to live independently, I learned to enjoy the beauty of solitude, and I learned to re-examine the meaning of life.
Slowly, I found my bearings. I picked up my dream and started writing. I recorded my journey in writing and shared my stories and insights. My articles have been recognized and loved by some people, which makes me feel more satisfied and proud than ever.
Today, I am no longer the mother who gave everything for her son, but an independent woman with her own pursuits. I learned that motherly love is great, but you can't let yourself get lost in it. I learned to maintain my independence and self-esteem, and I learned to balance my family and personal life.
My life may have been full of absurdity and confusion, but now, I have found my coordinates and started to live my own wonderful life. I am grateful for the frustrations and confusions that have made me understand myself more deeply and make me cherish the happiness in front of me more. I believe that as long as we keep a clear head and persevere in pursuing our dreams, we will be able to find our own bright path.