It is already difficult to express my mother\’s mood at this time with such vulgar and vulgar sentences as \”time flies so fast\”. In the blink of an eye, really in the blink of an eye, the B-ultrasound examination showed that Dongdong, who was only as big as a cherry tomato, was already three years old!
What is the concept of three years old? That means you have lived in this world for more than a thousand days and nights, which means you have spent more than 26,000 hours of happy time with your parents! Children, before you were born, mothers could not imagine raising their children alone, and after you were born, mothers could no longer recall the days of marriage without you. The ancients said: Three years old is old. In other words, starting from today, you have been completely separated from your mother physically and mentally. You are an independent individual and have truly grown up!
I remember when you were only two or three months old, your mother would carry you downstairs to bask in the sun, with several one- and two-year-old children toddling next to you. Mom looks at them who are naughty and mischievous, and then looks at you who are chubby, and thinks: Why are these children so annoying at one or two years old? They are not cute at all. Well, we must cherish you when you are still in the infant stage! \”
When you were shakily moving your calves up the slide, your mother looked at the three- and four-year-old children scrambling to push you out of the slide, and thought to herself: \”It really has something to do with the cuteness. The child is only three or four years old.\” No. No longer, no longer fat, no longer stupid (forgive my mother who always regards the child\’s silly appearance as one of the signs of cuteness), it doesn\’t make sense. You are still the cutest baby! \”
Two months ago, mom and you participated in kindergarten activities. You stand with the upper middle class kids. You are so tiny and cute and I feel so sorry for you. Mom began to think again: \”Oh, baby, don\’t grow up. You are so cute now. When you are five or six years old, you will really hate dogs!\”
Thinking of this, my mother finally couldn\’t help but laugh. It\’s true, no matter how you look at it, I love my children, and my children are the best at any age. There is really no way!
That day, mom and you sorted out childhood toys and clothes and gave them online to the child who was about to be born. Looking at you with a tiger-like head, your mother can\’t believe that those clothes that are as small as a doll can really protect you from the wind and rain. And you, looking at those familiar toys that you haven\’t brought out for a long time, feel a little novel and a little reluctant to part with them. You yelled loudly: \”Aren\’t you going to give it away? The baby still wants to play.\” When I described to you how many surgeries the child had to undergo after birth and how eager he was for these toys, you let go, looked down at them and said : \”Okay, then give it to the child. You all want it.\” Play with the child obediently! \”You have always been stingy, but mom knows that from that moment on, you learned to give and choose.
When I came back from that aunt\’s house, my mother was always in a heavy mood, but seeing you lively and cute made her feel very happy. My mother always thought that her life was ordinary, almost mediocre, but now she understands that she can live in her own home.In my own house, I can have healthy and happy children, I can go to work from nine to five every day, and I can eat delicious meals cooked by my mother. Husband, I can take you everywhere every week, go on a trip once or twice a year, and be very happy and proud to take photos of your growth and share it with friends on the Internet. What a blessing and luxury it is! Sometimes mothers reflect on whether they want to base their own happiness on the pain of others? However, people really are such contradictions. Many times, the reason for dissatisfaction is simply because we cannot perceive our own happiness and joy!
A few days ago, your mother took you home. When we got to the third floor, you suddenly protested strongly because we all counted in English when we went upstairs, but according to the rules, we still had to use Mandarin! You are always so stubborn and must do everything according to the rules. You can do math in Mandarin when you go upstairs, but you can only use English when you go downstairs. Mom, Mom, \”made a mistake\”! Mom can\’t bear it if you insist on going back to the first floor and climbing again. An idea struck me, let me tell you, we start counting in Mandarin from the third floor, otherwise the one, two, and three just now will make you cry, 55555, baby, why don\’t you like us? You hesitated for a moment, then readily agreed, raised your head and asked me: \”Are One, Two, Three happy now?\” Mom is very happy that you are so kind and innocent. I believe that everything in the world has its own mood, and it can be hurt or happy.
A few hours ago, when Dad was giving you a bath, you caught a cold because the water was not too hot. Dad was reluctant to throw those water tools into the bathtub. He told you: \”The water is too cold and the little duck doesn\’t want to come down.\” Youyou opened her eyes wide and asked one by one: \”Where\’s the watering can? Does it want to come down? Where\’s the spoon, does it want to come down? Does the little box want to come down?\” \”After being rejected by your father one by one, you sat down with a face of resentment and said to the basin: \”Forget it, the water is a bit cold.\” Dad is very happy that you believe so easily in all kinds of weird reasons we made up at will, and believe in the world. All things have parents and relatives, perceptions and emotions.
A few minutes ago, you held a small bookmark in your hand and claimed to \”disinfect and inject your mother.\” Your mother ran away and ran into the hall, shouting, \”No, I don\’t want the injection, the injection will work!\” \”At first you He chased you with a smile, and when he caught her, he put a small bookmark on your mother’s butt and said: “I will spank you very lightly and give you something delicious to eat afterward. \”Doesn\’t it hurt?\” Mom gasped deliberately and smiled. You became nervous, touched your mother\’s butt and asked, \”Doesn\’t it hurt, mother? This injection is fake, not real. Yes, I\’m playing with you!\”
God, my baby, you know everything! I always thought that in the eyes of two or three-year-old children, fantasy and reality are indistinguishable, so you are so kind, so sentimental, so innocent and cute, but until this moment, my mother didn\’t understand that you know everything!
A few months ago, my mother wrote an article saying that you are my faith. Now, my mother suddenly began to think about a strange question: If there is a god in this world, did humans choose gods, or did gods choose humans? I know Christians are willing to see this kind of problemI will definitely laugh at my mother’s ignorance. As the saying goes, “When man thinks, God laughs.” But now my mother really has this epiphany: so-called faith is actually your own choice! Just like you clearly know that your parents are telling you fairy tales to deceive you, you can clearly distinguish between illusion and reality, but you choose
Believe, believe in the kindness of your parents, and believe in the beauty and sentimentality of this world. And mom, among so many things that can be believed in in this world, she chose you, because you are my angel, so I am willing to regard you as my God.
The Buddha said, \”One leaf, one bodhi\”, and my mother said, \”One eggplant, one world.\” When you were three years old and became an adult, your mother was so immersed in the world of you, Little Tomato, with a grateful heart!