The hardship of pregnancy in October, the pain of childbirth. The fear when a child is sick, the pain when he is punished, and the worry when he is away from home.
In the summer of my freshman year, I suffered from heatstroke, headache and abdominal distension. The math teacher gave me a camphor, and I barely made it home. It was busy farming season. When General Tie locked the door at home, I broke the window and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until after ten o'clock at night. Mother leaned forward and looked at me anxiously. The barefoot doctor asked, "What medicine did you take?" I said, "The teacher thought I was too uncomfortable, so she gave me a camphor." He said, "Here it is. No wonder I slept for so long. " Mother breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death. Brother Wu (cousin) came to me in a panic and said that you were ill. I picked up my hoe and ran home. You have been sleeping and haven't woken up. " Mother's eyes sparkled with tears.
I didn't know until I became a mother that I was so sick that I didn't know how many times I scared my mother out of her wits. What's more, my second sister died of measles at the age of six, and every time she got sick, she was afraid of arousing the pain of losing her mother and children.
My daughter has inherited my constitution, and she is prone to high fever and weak spleen and stomach. All the famous pediatricians nearby know their daughters. My daughter knows exactly which nurse is a good needle. At that time, the traffic was inconvenient and the only means of transportation was bicycles. My husband is very busy. I am alone in Xia San in winter and summer. Regardless of the wind, frost, rain and snow, my daughter's illness is a military order. I run closer and ride my bike a little farther away. When my daughter was four years old, she got dysentery. There is an antidiarrheal that turns her stool black. Looking at the changed stool, my mind went blank. I cried all the way to the hospital with my daughter in my arms. After the doctor explained clearly, I held my daughter for a long time. My daughter has a nosebleed. She is very thin and often squats feebly against the wall. I read medical books and found that congenital heart disease has these two symptoms. Once I went to the hospital for consultation, it happened that a "tiger" doctor said without hesitation: "Your child, two valves are narrow." How did I carry the baby home? I don't even know. Then I went to Beijing to see an expert twice to confirm that the child's heart was normal, so I was relieved. Colleagues jokingly call my daughter "bean sprouts", but you don't know that these three words hurt my heart. I worry about which wind will destroy "bean sprouts" every day. I often dream that my daughter is lost and I am still scared when I wake up. Now the "bean sprouts", like me, have finally grown into a tree that can withstand the wind and rain. Its vigorous growth comes from the mother's hard work and the nourishment of life.
I don't remember why, maybe I didn't want to do housework, maybe I didn't want to take my brother to play, maybe I didn't do my homework seriously, and I was scolded by my mother, so I ran to the field and couldn't get out. My mother started my brother and sister to look for me and finally caught me. When I got home, my mother beat me up until I promised not to run again. I only remember my mother saying, "That crop is not as deep as anyone. What should you do if you meet bad people in it? " Yes, my mother often tells with her eyes and nose which little girl in the neighboring village was photographed by the bad guys hiding in the crops, and then the bad guys destroyed her. At that time, I was confused about "picking flowers" and "coquetry". I just looked at my mother's expression and thought it should be a terrible thing. My sister is bold and often walks alone at night. My mother doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and tells ghost stories as well as wolf stories. A little bigger, a person walking beside the dense crop fields will be afraid in his heart, and the cool wind will blow on his back and his hair will stand on end. As long as it is dark and I feel ghosts shaking around me, I will shout "Mom" loudly and fly home. Later, when I saw a flower thief in a martial arts novel, I suddenly realized the connotation of my mother's story. I began to doubt the truth of what my mother said, but I really saw her heart hanging day and night.
When I became a mother, I realized that it is far more difficult to punish children and watch them cry than to satisfy them and watch them be happy. This slap will hurt the child and the mother.
My daughter's classmate Zhang Yang, a cute four-year-old boy with big eyes, drowned in a fish pond in the family area. I began to panic again. It is strictly stipulated that my daughter can only play in front of the building where I can see her. Every ten minutes, I go out from the window to call my daughter twice. My daughter came up to me and said, "Mom, I'm here." I said, "OK, OK, go and play." One day, my daughter was bewitched by two older children and ran to play under a flower stand in the first two buildings. I can't find my daughter when I come back from work. My first reaction was to rush to the fish pond. Nothing unusual was found. I relaxed a little and looked around the family building twice before I found my daughter. Seeing her cheerful face, I gave up the idea of punishing her for a moment, but when I thought of the drowning boy, I made up my mind. When I got home, I let my daughter lie on the bed and slapped her. My daughter has five red palm prints on her ass. The daughter cried and shouted, "Mom, stop fighting. It hurts." "Say, run around in the future?" Another slap, like a needle in the heart, tears are not obedient's flow out. My daughter quickly wiped my tears and said, "Mom, don't cry, I won't run around again." My tired daughter fell asleep soon, but I couldn't sleep. I kissed my daughter's face again and again, letting tears flow freely, and I felt unspeakable grievances, bitterness and pain in my heart.
/kloc-in the autumn of 0/978, I left home with the admission notice for the first time. At that time, there were no telephones in the whole village. When I got to school, I began to feel homesick. I cried for a whole week. I just feel that my classmates are strange, my teachers are strange, my bed is strange, I am lonely and helpless in a strange ocean, and the school food is not as delicious as my mother's. I don't seem to think about how my mother thinks about me, how she cares about me, and how she is sad. A month later, I received my first letter from home, which was written by my mother. Just finished reading: "Charles-"Tears come again. "Study hard, don't miss home, don't be reluctant to eat-"didn't mention the hardships of family life. Which country was not difficult at that time? What's more, I went out to study, which increased the burden on my family. Once, I led my students to appreciate Bai Juyi's "Homesickness from Winter to Morning" and read "I have to sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel". What appeared in front of you was trouble sleeping's mother under the lamp because she was worried about me. Her eyes were blurred.
When I became a mother, I knew that it was true that my child was worried for thousands of miles. Is my child cold, hot, healthy, safe and happy?
When I sent my daughter to college, I made her bed again. Life must be complete. I didn't intend to buy a mobile phone for my daughter, I thought it was too extravagant. I suddenly changed my mind when I left and insisted on buying a mobile phone for my daughter. I suddenly feel that if I leave my daughter alone in such a strange city, I can ask the school for help in time in case my daughter gets lost. Actually, it is a kind of worry. There are telephone booths everywhere in the street. If my daughter doesn't even have this ability to survive, there is no need to study in this university. At that time, a mobile phone was a great comfort to me.
Although I can hear my daughter's voice almost every day, this caring heart is still entangled in pain and sadness is tied into countless knots. Seeing the fallen flowers and dead leaves, I can't help but have a sore nose and burning eyes, and laugh at myself for becoming Lin Daiyu. After school, when I hear footsteps in the corridor, I will subconsciously open the door, and then I will feel lost in the footsteps drifting away. After closing the door, I will sit on the sofa and feel sad. Occasionally, when I suddenly can't contact my daughter, my heart jumps out, my blood rushes up, and I feel like I've been chilled. All the horrible scenes I heard and witnessed flashed through my mind in an instant. I quickly denied them one by one, sweated and turned around, saying "There is no Amitabha in the south", praying helplessly for the Buddha to protect my daughter's safety, thanking myself for being kind and never having evil thoughts, and believing that the Buddha would definitely help me. I suddenly thought of my mother. I don't know how she spent every day and night without news.
My mother is strong. Every time I go home to see her, she will say, don't keep running back, she's fine. But I know she looks forward to it every weekend until the last bus on Sunday afternoon passes, and she says to herself, "Alas, I won't come back this week." How many times will my mother be happy and lost because of the footsteps in the corridor all weekend? Just like I wait for my daughter to book a phone call every Sunday afternoon, as long as the phone doesn't ring as scheduled, my heart will start to lift and then fall, just like floating on the vast ocean.
When I became a mother, I deeply realized maternal love.
I gave my beauty, my hair, my smooth forehead, my tall and straight waist, my health, my dreams and my poetry to my children, leaving my rosy cheeks, my snow-white hair, my wrinkled face, my bent back, my dull days, my firm infatuation with my children.