Children are running and growing up, but we are growing old where we are.

I don’t know since when, Ke’er became a warm man, as shown in the picture: He was afraid that his sister would slip at the playground, so he helped her down the steps. But I still have a lot of images of my younger sister being \”bullied\” by my older brother stored in my mind. When the brother gets interested, he hugs his sister and kisses her. She was in a bad mood, and my sister came over to her uninterestedly. My brother pushed me away and shouted: \”Go away!\” The younger sister was so cruel that she curled her lips and endured it for a few seconds before bursting into tears. When my brother is in a good mood, he is also scary. He wants to go crazy with his sister, pressing her on the sofa and kneading her like flour. When my friends saw it, they said: My little sister is so pitiful. Maybe, my little sister never saved the galaxy in her previous life. When it comes to grabbing toys, computers, or books, the elder brother rarely gives in to his younger sister. With his height and speed of speech, he always has the upper hand. In this world, I am probably the only one who knows that he actually loves his sister very much. Onlookers really can\’t tell it from his daily behavior. I didn\’t notice when my brother became so warm. Was it last year or this year? Is it summer or winter? When he sees his sister unhappy, he will say anxiously: \”Sister, don\’t cry, don\’t be angry.\” I gave the best seat to my sister at the zoo and kept asking: Sister, did you see it? Did you see it? On the days when the two of them fought for five minutes, I couldn\’t imagine seeing such a scene again in this life. Last week I was buying biscuits in the supermarket. My sister wanted pink and my brother wanted green. I said one box was enough. The familiar painting style is that the brother and sister were entangled for a while, each insisting on it. The brother tried his best to persuade the sister to choose green, but the sister just refused to listen. In the end, my brother compromised and threw away the green box, but he would definitely grit his teeth and say angrily: Humph! You stinky sister, let’s see if I still play with you in the future! Then he blushed and ran away. The younger sister sat on the ground holding the fruits of her victory, looking at her brother\’s angry back with a complicated expression. She clearly won but couldn\’t be happy. But this time it was different. The brother put down the green box readily and took the initiative to help his sister get the pink one. Seeing how humble he was, I said: Just buy two boxes. The elder brother said: No, actually the taste is the same, as long as my sister likes it. Children are growing up every day, but unfortunately we are not aware of it. When we truly realize that a child has grown up, it is not because he has done something earth-shattering, but because he has lowered his eyebrows, turned around, or made an unintentional remark. On the day when Kerr put on her schoolbag for the first time as a primary school student, her parents could only send her to the school gate. I told them to have a full lunch, drink more water, and not to run around. Ke\’er didn\’t want to hear it and was anxious to go in. I looked at his small back walking up the steps with a big schoolbag on his back, and was lost in the crowd of senior students. He looked particularly weak. I thought he would look back at me for encouragement, but he never looked back. A group of mothers, like me, stood on tiptoe at the school gate, looking for the figure who had long been invisible. One time I found Kerr sitting by the window in the classroom, just within sight of her from outside the wall. I walked him to the school gate, watched him go up the steps, and immediately carried my sister to a suitable position outside the wall. See it, see it! I told my sister excitedly. My sister asked: Mom, what are you looking at? I said: I\’m looking at my brother. The sister said: Where is my brother? I said: That, white clothes, bluecollar. My sister said: Those are my brother’s clothes, not my brother’s. I said: I can only see the back. My sister said: Mom, why doesn’t my brother look back at us? I said: …Brother doesn’t know we are looking at him. Later, tell me that I can see you outside the wall. I thought that after entering the classroom, he would put down his schoolbag and at the same time look back outside the window to search for his mother. But in the days that followed, he never looked back outside the window. He was talking to his classmates or organizing his desk. But after sending him to school, I still waited outside the wall for a while, hoping that he would turn around and see me again. I figured it would be okay if I didn’t look back. When children grow up and have full wings, they want to fly in the sky. This is a natural law. Just a few years ago, he thought that his mother\’s arms were the most beautiful place in the world. I forget when it started, Ke\’er asked her father to go to the parent-teacher conference at school and the parent-child training class. He likes to be with his father, reading books together, sitting together, and taking naps together. Even if his father is always scrolling through his phone, he accepts it. He likes his father\’s rough and loose love, while his mother\’s love is too intensive and attentive. Time flies by, as if just yesterday he was still murmuring: I only like my mother. Last month I went on a business trip for a week. This was the first time I had been away for such a long time since Keer entered elementary school. I was very worried, especially about his composition. This grandfather couldn\’t guide him, and his father was also out of town that week. I told him to take photos and send them to me after he finished writing. He also told me to sharpen pencils every day and wear school uniforms on Mondays. Ke\’er was busy with his business, lowered his head and listened, but didn\’t respond. It seems that whether I am at home or not has little impact on him. When I was packing my luggage, he came out of the room and realized I was leaving. Suddenly excitedly asked: Mom, are you away from home all week? I say yes. He clapped his hands and jumped up and said: Great, great! I never thought he would react like this. I squatted on the ground to pack my luggage. I didn\’t have the courage to turn around and study his expression for a moment, so I continued to ask: What\’s so good about it? He shouted happily: I can do whatever I want! I looked back with mixed emotions of loss and surprise, and saw an extremely bright smiling face. It was excitement from the bottom of my heart. I forgot about my little Jiujiu, and was infected by his happiness, and I smiled too. I think I have always had a good parent-child relationship with him. He still likes to talk to me about his true feelings, his classmates, and his ideals, but sometimes he likes to keep a certain distance from me. But my consciousness is still stuck on – on the day I was on a business trip, he was hiding in a corner and crying. I held him in my arms to comfort him, and he said softly: Mom, come back soon. I think that for a long time, I have to spend time in such a state of sometimes joy and sometimes secret loss. I am happy that he has finally grown up, but I am disappointed that he has finally grown up. I thought I was a delicate person, but at this moment I realized that I was extremely dull, as if this day had suddenly arrived. I guess Ke\’er won\’t come to ask me about my homework when I\’m away for a week, and would rather bite the bullet and do it myself. It\’s exactly what I guessed. I called home in the middle, and Kerr asked: Mom, do I need shampoo when I wash my hair? I said I wanted to let it go. I just wanted to say something else, and he said: Okay, goodbye, mom. He hung up neatly without saying any nonsense. I think soThinking so, he would not take the initiative to contact his father. Later, I accidentally saw the Lego photos that Kerr sent to his father using his grandfather’s mobile phone. When I looked at the date, it happened to be the week of my business trip. He put together that Lego set for nearly a month. On the night when he finally put it together, he couldn\’t wait to share it with his father, not me. I know that in a few years, he won’t be too lazy to send the picture to my father. Yesterday, I was still recalling his childhood, his beauty, my vulgarity, his kindness, my stupidity, always thinking that there is still time, there is still a lot of time to correct. Today, he has quietly grown up. It turns out that for every child, we only have one chance to be a mother, just once. Children are running and growing up, but we are growing old where we are. Children will not look back at you and tell you with their backs: You don’t have to chase, and you can’t catch up. In this world, all love is for encounter, only maternal love is for separation.