My child, I’m not afraid of you growing up, I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to catch up.

One day for lunch, I fried a few of my son’s favorite dishes. I was in a good mood and opened a can of beer. My son looked at me with a smile and sighed, \”Dad, it would be great if I grew up.\” \”Why?\” \”Then we can drink to each other!\” I told him before that when you grow up, we will We can drink together. It turns out the little guy remembered it all along. \”Then I\’ll wait for you. When you grow up, daddy will wait to drink with you.\” He felt warm in his heart. The park is beautiful in late spring and early summer. There are blooming flowers, and my son often takes me to play there. One time during dinner, I told my wife, \”Today was really good. I went to the park and saw acres of rose flowers in bloom. I really want to thank you little guy for taking me to play.\” My son was surprised when he heard this. \”Dad, you mean I took you to play?\” \”Yes, you took me to play. If it weren\’t for you, I would definitely get moldy in the house and never go to the park.\” \”Thank you very much!\” Seeing my son full of happiness. The arrival of a child has really changed our little family. My wife and I were relatively homebodies before, but following in my son’s footsteps, we traveled through many mountains and rivers and saw many different scenery. We will often run and chase outside. When my son is running in front, shouting: \”Dad, come after me! Come after me.\” Sometimes I run out of breath, and in a daze I feel that the years are really like running water. I have been looking forward to my son and children growing up, but I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up. Children grow up day by day, and one day, they will embark on a long journey. There is only this kind of love in the world – the love of parents that ultimately leads to separation. One time, my son went to my grandma’s house to play. I made a meal and called to ask, “Will you go home for dinner?” He said, “Dad, you can eat, and I will eat at grandma’s house.” At that moment, I hung up the phone and faced a crowd of people. The food on the table was actually a little sad. It was as if I saw that many years later, he would say to me: \”Dad, I won\’t go home this time, something happened.\” I always remember the scene when I left home to go to school. At about four o\’clock in the morning, grandma got up and cooked for me. I often finished my meal while half asleep, and then said goodbye to her in the first ray of morning light. Her short figure kept waving her hands by the roadside and slowly disappeared. I hugged my suitcase, got on the tricycle I rented in advance and went to the station, holding back my tears and leaving. Such separation again and again means growth again and again. I finished college, got a job, got married, and had children… Now, on the other end of the phone, there are still endless worries. And I don’t know when the phone will stop ringing, and seeing her once will be one less time. Parents\’ love for their children is always so deep and ever-present. However, children\’s love for their parents is often slow and sad. Sometimes, you can\’t catch it and you can\’t hear it. Jia Pingwa wrote in the article \”Written to Mother\”: \”In this life, I have cried the most unfeelingly twice, once at the beginning of my life, and once at the end of your life. I will not remember the first time. It was when I heard What you said, you won’t understand the second time, and it’s useless for me to say it.” When my mother said goodbye to us and this world, the pain was heart-piercing. And it is often after becoming a parent that you can appreciate this difficulty even more. \”I slowly, I gradually realized that the so-called relationship between father, daughter and mother only means that your fate with him is that you will continue to watch his back fade away in this life. He tells you silently with his back that there is no need to chase. \”Long Yingtai, who wrote this passage, was nearly 60 years old at the time. He had watched his son grow up and his father passed away. I know that one day, you will also grow up to be a young man. You will have your own friends and your own Life. It will no longer be like today, when you often put your little hands around my neck and say that we can take a shower together. Nor will you say with expectant eyes, Dad, please, go play outside. You will no longer treat me as my little boy. You are a follower. You will not hold a book and ask me to tell the same story over and over again. You will read your own book and have your own dreams. You will like the girl you like. You will have your own secrets. I know This day will come sooner or later, because I have been here like this. In my childhood, I imagined my future countless times and longed to grow up. In my teenage years, I longed for, had my own dreams, and worked hard for them. . I will also write a diary with tears in my eyes after failure, and secretly encourage myself to write down my vows. In my heart, I retain the path and stories I have traveled. There are also the sweat of overcoming obstacles, the tears of happiness, and the lessons of regret and stupidity. These You will experience it one by one in the future. I am not afraid of you growing up, because I will try hard to catch up. When you are studying, I will read together and discuss the stories in the book with you. When you ask me questions, answer them seriously Every question you have. When you learn a new skill, I will actively learn it. Children grow up day by day, and parents will eventually let go. But before you grow up, I want to hug you more. Just like that day Listening to music at noon, I remembered some past events, and I called your name. \”Dad, what did you call me for?\” \”Dad is in a bad mood and wants to hug you.\” \”You crawled into my arms with joy. Although there was no word of comfort, a tight hug was more effective than anything else. \”Why do you feel better when you hug me? \”You asked in a low voice. \”Because I love you! A hug makes me feel good. \”I love you too, Dad!\” \”Is there anything else in this world that is as warm as a child lying on his father\’s shoulders and holding his child in his arms? I really hope that this time will be longer. During this time, the child in my heart will grow up with you. .