I believe everyone has their own dreams in their hearts.
After all kinds of life, I always feel that my dreams will change with my age. However, when my son's dream appeared, I realized that the original dream could be ordinary or grotesque:
"Baby, do you have a dream? What is your dream? " My son was watching cartoons. When I asked him, his little head tilted and his bright eyes flashed as if he were thinking.
Obviously, the little guy didn't understand the meaning of the word dream, so he asked, Mom, what is a dream?
"Well ... dream ... dream, is a person's ideal. In other words, what you want to do most, but haven't done yet, or what you want to do when you grow up, is your dream. " I don't know how to answer my son's question at the moment and let him know what a "dream" is. Maybe I can't explain it properly.
"Well ... then I know, my dream is to buy a winged car for my mother when I grow up and make money! In that way, my mother won't be afraid of freezing my hands when she picks me up from school, and the car with wings will fly', and I won't be afraid of traffic jams when it's windy and rainy; Mom, you can drive the car I bought anywhere you want in the future, and you don't have to take dad's broken tool car anymore; Mom, dad says uncle Liu's car next door is the best, but his car has no wings. I will buy you the same car with wings in the future. Mom ... "The more my son talks, the more excited I am. The more I listen, the more moved I am. Finally, I couldn't help crying.
Recently, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the business in the store is getting busier and busier. Naturally, I will be late every time I pick up my son. I don't know from which day, my son became the last child to be picked up in their kindergarten.
I can still remember that day clearly, because the shop was busy, and I couldn't leave for a while. When I saw the customer off, I found that my son had been out of school for almost half an hour. So, I closed the store door in a hurry, got on the battery car and rushed to the kindergarten as quickly as possible. At this time, the sky is getting dark, and only my son is playing on the slide in the kindergarten. Seeing me, my son threw himself into my arms and cried without saying anything. I couldn't help crying when I looked at the little guy who was wronged. He was only three years old that year. Afterwards, I explained to him that my mother was late because the shop was busy. The little guy was obviously still angry and ignored me.
Later, I will still be late. Of course, every time I am late, although I apologize in time, I will still attract my son's criticism: "Mom, you are late again! You are not a good mother! I'll never talk to you again! Hum ... "My son shook off my hand, turned around and pouted angrily.
"Oh, baby, mom is wrong. Mom will try to pick you up early in the future. Baby, will you forgive mom? " I crouched down and gently squeezed my son's face with my hand. The little guy turned and took my hand and followed me.
"Mom, your hands are so cold." My son raised his little head and stared at me with watery eyes. I know, because I am late again. My son just secretly cried.
"Yes, my mother was late again, so she was in a hurry. She forgot to wear gloves when she was in a hurry, so her hands were so cold. " I wiped my son's tears and pulled his sleeve and said.
"Mom, I'm not angry with you anymore. Don't worry, I'll wait for you in the kindergarten. Mom, I will put my hand on the radiator in the classroom after school. When you pick me up, my hands will be warm. I'll warm your hands, and you won't be cold. " My son's words made me feel that the whole world was warm. I don't know if my son is used to my lateness, or if he has grown up.
He was four years old that year.
I think my son must have had such a dream, because I often forget to wear gloves and my hands are red with cold.
My silly son, it turns out that your dream is for your mother. My little baby, you know, when you grow up and work, you won't need your mother to pick you up every day. You don't want the best for your mother. When I thought of this, I suddenly felt that time passed very quickly. Sometimes I find it troublesome to pick up my son, but how long can this time last? My son grows up day by day. When he was a child, he often cried for hugs, and I always hoped that he would grow up quickly and stop pestering me. Now, he is five years old, and even if I want to hug him, he won't let me hug him again. It suddenly occurred to me that it is also a kind of happiness to pick him up. I think I should cherish all this now ...
My son is five years old, and in his own words, he is already a little man. He is very sensible, and sometimes being sensible can make people feel distressed.
"Mom, I have a dream ..." It was past eight o'clock in the evening when I delivered the goods with my husband. I will come back at this time every few days. As there is no one else at home, it is really uneasy to leave my son at home alone, so I can only take him with me every time I deliver the goods. Fortunately, the little guy is very obedient and never makes trouble. My son who got off the bus came up to me and suddenly said this, which really made me curious.
"oh? Is the baby dreaming again? Then tell mom, what dream is this? " Since I told my son the meaning of the word dream last time, my son has been dreaming from time to time.
He once had a dream: riding his small bicycle alone and carrying a basket full of delicious food to visit his grandparents (because her mother's family and her husband's family are neighboring villages, parents often ride a battery car and bring a bag full of fruit snacks to see their son); He once had a dream: learn to drive a train, and then let all the children get on the train he drives to find the cartoon "Thomas" (because his son especially likes watching the cartoon "Thomas and His Friends", which are all small trains, and his son is very happy to watch them play); He once had a dream: learn to fly a plane, and then take his parents, grandparents and grandparents to fly in the sky and play with clouds (because I told my husband that I had never been on an airplane. )……
"Mom, my dream is to have a pair of glowing eyes!" Husband is still in the car, and the light is still on. By the light, I can see my son's special seriousness.
"oh? Glowing eyes? Why? " I asked curiously.
At this time, my husband got off the bus and the light went out.
"You NianLia don't open the door, talking about? It's not too cold for you. " Husband interjected.
"Mom, when I have glowing eyes, I can light up the road ahead, so you are not afraid of falling." My husband and I were stunned by our son's words.
I never knew that my son could be so delicate at an early age. I think what happened before made my son have this dream.
It was also a delivery for our family of three that day, and it was very late when we came back. Because there were no street lights in the alley and the road was uneven, I stumbled in high heels and almost fell down. After that, every night when I came back, my son always got off the bus first, then went to the front and held out his little hand and said, "Mom, come on, I'll take you away. My eyes can be bright. Follow me, you are not afraid to fall ... "In the moonlight, two figures, one large and one small, are in tandem, with small hands holding big hands, and a warm current flows from the palm of your hand down your arm to your atrium. ...
Tonight, because there is no moonlight, my son dreamed that there were a pair of shining eyes to help me light up the road ahead, just to keep me steady. But son, you know what? In my mother's heart, you are her lamp, you can bring her light, and you are her eternal hope! Mom, with you, she will try to take every step of her life. ...