I feel that the process of raising a son is the process of watching him grow up slowly, travel slowly and alienate you slowly. From expecting him to grow up quickly to hoping that time will not be so fast, from wishing him independence to striving for independence, and then to real independence. Happy and sad! Baby, at this moment, I hope you grow up slowly.
The happiness I want is to stay with you and watch my son grow up slowly. Because of this, we should stick to it no matter how difficult it is.
Inadvertently, my son seems to have grown up at once. Now I want to hug her if I have the chance. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold her when I get older. Sometimes I just want to hold him and sit quietly, and cherish every time the child curled up in my arms.