I feel sorry for this child who mistakenly thinks of me as his \”father\”

On Saturday night, I played with my son in the small playground in the community. It was almost 9 o\’clock, and we were tired and ready to go home. While I was waiting for him to come over. A little boy over 1 year old ran towards me, stretched out his little hand, and mumbled something we couldn\’t understand. But I could tell he was trying to hold me back. His grandma shouted awkwardly from behind: \”Baby, you can\’t hold uncle! Come back quickly.\” But the child ran towards me regardless. I understood what he meant and stretched out my hand to let his little hand hold mine. He pulled me to a slide. He pointed to it and wanted to climb up, asking me to hold on. So I helped him climb up with my hands. Then he helped him slide down beside him. Because the light was dim, I couldn\’t see his face clearly, but the little guy was very happy and repeated the slide several times. I played with him a few more times. Later he held my hand and refused to let me go back. Grandma picked her up and cried loudly. Grandma comforted her by saying, \”Uncle is going home, and dad will be home from get off work soon.\” I said the child must be missing his dad. His father and I must have about the same figure, and his father must also be wearing glasses. Seeing him crying so sadly, I said to his grandma, \”Just let me play with him one more time.\” When I picked up the baby, I also said to him, \”One more time, one last time.\” Just like I usually say to my son. , even though he couldn\’t understand. Of course, my son was already impatient at this time. So I took him skating again. When his grandma caught him and picked him up. I quickly took the opportunity to say goodbye and left. I heard the cry of a child behind me again. But my son also pulled me and said he wanted to go home. Alas, I feel sorry for this child who regards me as his \”father\”. What a cute little baby. He just longs for a \”dad\” to play with him. He doesn\’t think about danger and just follows his inner needs. My son asked me: Dad, why does that little brother want to play with you? \”He must be missing his father, and I am the only father there. Not all children can be like you, with their father accompanying them every day.\” The little guy nodded thoughtfully. I wonder if the little boy’s father heard this story of mine. Will you think of ways to spend more time with your children? Please play with your child more when he needs you most. If you ask a child, \”What do you think is the happiest thing to do with your parents?\” One child said: \”My favorite thing is to ride on my dad\’s shoulders and hold his ears while riding a horse.\” Some children said, \”My favorite is Sunday, because my parents are at home with me on this day off.\” Some children said, \”I like that my mother tells a story every day before going to bed.\” I don\’t think any child would say it\’s my father. Mom buys herself designer clothes or super expensive toys. In the world of children, what are good toys? Some parents think they are valuable building blocks, remote control airplanes, smart robots, etc. But that’s not how children think, especially when they are young. They prefer to be in the company of their parents. Play with a twig, or a mud pie. We can fulfill their little wishes as long as we use our heart. What children need most is not those expensive toys, but skin warmth and energy.Someone who plays with them. There will be more physical contact in the company of parents, and children will grasp their parents\’ fingers and feel their parents\’ love. When parents hold them, children feel safe and warm. Children are also gentle when stroking their parents\’ cheeks and hands. Tagore wrote in his poem \”Toys\”: My child, you are so happy! I sat in the dirt all morning and played with broken twigs. I smiled as I watched you playing with the broken twig. I was busy doing the math, adding up the numbers hour by hour. Maybe you\’re looking at me and thinking, \”What a boring game, you\’ve wasted a good morning of your time!\” Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with sticks and mud pies. I seek valuable toys and collect nuggets of gold and silver. And you? Whatever you find, make your happy game. And me? But I waste my time and energy on things I can never get. I struggled in my frail canoe to cross the sea of ​​desire, forgetting that I was also playing a game there. I like this poem by Tagore very much. If you ask your parents, \”Why are you so busy? Don\’t you want to spend more time with your children?\” \”There is no other way. We have to support our family and give our children a good quality of life.\” This is the simplest idea of ​​every parent, because they have to provide for their children. To plan for survival, we must also plan for development. But many people are getting further and further away from their original intentions. The real needs of children are even more ignored. Because too many of us become parents and still go out of our way to collect nuggets of gold and silver. Spend all your energy pursuing things you can never get. And children want very little. They don\’t need you to leave them a house and money. Because you really spend enough time to educate him, his future and ideals will often exceed your imagination. Children need the company of their parents. When we go to kindergarten, we will find that children who grow up with their parents are obviously different from children who grow up across generations. Children who grow up with their parents are more confident, more cheerful, and more disciplined. These are habits slowly formed through ordinary companionship and play. After I had a child, I realized that there was someone in this world who needed my company so much. I remember that when my son was more than two years old, he was at his grandma’s house in the countryside for a while. At that time, I could only talk to him on the phone every night and tell him about the zoo travel diary I wrote and wrote on the phone. Because I took him to the zoo. We made it up based on our experiences at the zoo so that he could easily get into character. But meeting on the phone always felt wrong. Every time I go back, I bring him toys and good books to compensate. One night while sleeping with him. I asked him, \”Do you hope that dad can play with you every day?\” \”Yes, he nodded.\” \”Okay, dad will make a plan to take you home early. Dad won\’t go to work.\” He was happy that day fell asleep. But I didn\’t fall asleep for a long time because this plan required more effort. Because I dare not forget my promise to my children. I still quit my job and went home to take care of him when he was more than 3 years old. So when we were playing in the playground after dinner, there would be me as a father watching the children. now thatWhen we bring our children into this world, we should love them well. Since you love your children, please spend more time with them. Let him recall his childhood without holding the wrong father\’s hand. It’s not just a bunch of cold toys and an empty room. But I can feel: companionship is the longest confession of love.