I don\’t have the ability to be a hot mom, and I don\’t ask you to be a cowboy.

Ordinary players choose the standard configuration, while high-end players choose customization. Men say that today is a feminist society. If you are given power, you will have higher demands. The standard life no longer meets the world\’s expectations for women, only customization can make people stunning. Regardless of whether she is a mother or not, every stage of a woman’s life must remain rich, connotative, and radiant. For example, the positive energy of hot moms: a single mother who started a business after giving birth to a baby and is now the CEO of a listed company; a mother of an executive who quit her job, sold her house, and traveled to 18 countries with her children; and a mother who was frozen in age and sent her son to college. , was mistaken for his son’s girlfriend by his classmates. Not to mention top-notch customizations like Beckham’s wife Victoria. The bright cases are so rare that they make ordinary women panic, such as me. I, who have always been low-key and reserved, began to superficially compare my life with fairy mothers. I especially envy those who, after giving birth to a baby, are able to reach their peak heights in less than three months, wear tight skirts, and return to their pre-pregnancy figure in minutes. Why can\’t I do it? It took me more than a year to recover after I stopped breastfeeding, and it took a lot of effort. Others told me that if I didn\’t eat after lunch, I would self-abuse myself for a while and I really couldn\’t stand it anymore. If dieting doesn’t work, then get moving! I ride a bicycle in the gym, do yoga at home, keep, run at night, and get into every criminal law possible. My weight goes up and down. Why is it so difficult for me to lose weight! I struggled to the point where my legs were disabled, and I finally lost 3 pounds in a year. I still don’t understand why there are so many women with reverse growth nowadays. I have never experienced “reverse growth”, but I have witnessed the butcher’s knife. The spots that appeared on my cheeks during pregnancy will probably stay with me for the rest of my life and I am not ready to leave. The child opened the photo taken ten years ago. After recognizing his father, he asked me, who is this aunt? There is a goddess named Yinuo on the Internet. A former McKinsey executive started a business, ran schools, did charity work, and gave lectures. The key point is that she has three children, all of whom are still very young. Her smile is as bright as spring. She also tells bedtime stories to her children and wears waistcoat threads. I am so envious that I feel inferior. I\’ve always wondered where the goddess got so much time? The goddess seemed to hear my call and explained her time management in a long article. I read as carefully as a primary school student, wanting to copy her mysteries, but I was frightened again by her energy. In the past few years, she has also learned to play the piano and draw. Just like her noble life, her time methodology is equally noble. I bit the bullet and finished it. After calming down for 3 seconds, I could give up. Yes, I can\’t learn it. I\’m just trying to imitate others. It’s every mother’s dream to have both family and work shine. I work hard and want to do this, but I can\’t. When I was young, I brought fresh chicken blood with me every day, worked overtime until early in the morning, and continued working as usual the next day, so I had endless energy. If you come back at 10 p.m., the aunt selling late-night snacks at the door will greet you: Girl, you get off work early today. Nowadays, my enthusiasm has not diminished, but I often feel inadequate. Especially after giving birth to my second child, my physical strength dropped significantly. It takes three days to recover after staying up all night. Even if you don\’t stay up all night, work overtime late, and feel groggy the next day, calculating efficiency, it\’s better not to work overtime. When reading before bed, I often fall asleep first before the children fall asleep. Rapid decline in physical strength, startled myself. What\’s more terrible than the decline in physical strength is the loose teeth, frequent toothaches, and insomnia. So, for people like me who hide their illnesses and refuse to take medicine, I took Fenbidi for the first time in my life. Finally, those two teeth are expected to fall out within this year, relief. I used to think that memory loss was part of Alzheimer\’s disease. Now when I walk into a room, a few seconds later, I forget what I wanted to take. This scene is so familiar. I remember, when I was in middle school, my mother often came back from two rooms, then patted her head and said, \”What should I take? Take whatever I want.\” I was shocked. It turned out that I was already a middle-aged woman, even if I wasn\’t greasy. Before I was this age, I never knew that \”middle age\” was a scary word. Children, jobs, dreams, everything in life is not outstanding, and they are all stuck on the edge of being passable. When you become a mother, you have a bond, and you actively and passively give up opportunities for career advancement. Not to mention small hobbies and interests, I have all given up, always thinking, wait a little longer, wait until the child is older. The vague fear was put aside. I have never experienced the perfect balance between myself and my children, and I have never been able to shine in every aspect of my life. At the child\’s kindergarten graduation ceremony, there were two dances, one with the whole group and one with seven or eight selected people. The child came home and said that he liked the second dance and really wanted to play the dinosaur in it. A parent quietly told me that those who participated in the dance were all members of the Parent Committee. Look at that person. Didn’t he transfer from another school last year? She also let her child attend. It was not because of the good relationship between the Parent Committee and the teacher. Indeed, I was very envious when I saw her chatting cordially with her teachers several times. I know that being close to the teacher can help my child gain face. But I never learn. I rarely talk in the class group. I carefully write down the tasks assigned by the teacher and what I have to hand in tomorrow. At the school gate, I met a few familiar mothers. They only nodded and smiled, and they were so embarrassed that they didn’t know what to talk about. At that moment, I, who had always liked to be alone, started to envy those people who had familiar personalities. Son, I\’m sorry, I\’m not a trouble-making mother. As for my cooking skills, I don’t want to just stop at the level of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded pork with green peppers. We have to prepare hard dishes: pot-roasted pork, lion\’s head, and vinegar fish. From buying vegetables, washing vegetables, stewing and stir-frying, I have been busy for most of the day. Finally, the meal was served. After staring for a few seconds, the child jumped off the dining chair and said: Mom, you\’d better give me a bowl of fried rice with eggs. I was sulking: Look, I’ll get it for you later! History always repeats itself, and I just refuse to change. Occasionally it works, and the child says: Wow! Mom, why is it so delicious? Do you have a magic wand? Hearing these careless words, I began to swell again. There is a stay-at-home mother in the community group. Her baked goods are so beautiful that many people in the group want to buy them. Later, her children took them to school to eat, and they succeeded in crushing Mom\’s. The difficulty of a woman\’s life is that after experiencing the suffering of \”other people\’s children\” when we were young, there is still another \”other people\’s mother\” waiting for us. Looking at her photos, I lamented that they were too boring. No, I would just roll up my sleeves and do it. I wouldn’t buy what you made. I just wanted to learn baking. I spent the whole morning following the video, and when it came out, no one wanted to eat it, including myself.Has. I gritted my teeth, failure is the mother of success. I look forward to my children seeing all kinds of beautiful food on the table in the morning, clapping their hands and saying: Wow, mom is awesome. After N times, this scene never appeared. The child\’s father couldn\’t bear it and said: Whose mother in the community is doing a good job? If you want to eat, go buy some, don\’t bother. I was so busy in the kitchen that I was sweating profusely, thinking silently that I had to carry on. My child, I’m so ashamed that I haven’t made any delicious food that will surprise you yet. Boy, I\’m always worried about not being a hot mom. When I hear you say casually: I like my mother the most. I feel more at peace again. I treasure this restlessness and peace, which is the background for me to grow up with you. After assuming the role of mother, the most difficult thing for people to be satisfied with is themselves. Worry about not exerting enough force, and worry about exerting too much force. Continuous anxiety and loneliness are intertwined with intermittent satisfaction and relief. Like the intertwining of thorns and landscape. Let us always be on the road, there is no end.