Baby: I hope you will grow up, but I am also afraid that you will grow up.

Last night before going to bed, we read a poem together. After reading, you lie down. I said, how lucky you are to have your mother by your side, because some babies don’t have their mothers. You are very smart and replied to me immediately: You are also happy, because some mothers do not have babies. We each recognized happiness. You\’ve slept. I couldn\’t bear to leave and watched you for a long time. In the warm yellow dim light of the desk lamp, your face is pink and tender, your breathing is even, your fingers are slightly curled, and your whole body exudes the fragrance of a baby. You have the power to calm my heart and make me feel relaxed and happy without doing anything. I have looked at you like this countless times since the day you were born. You sleep soundly, you laugh heartily, you drink water, you mumble and play cards, you concentrate on watching cartoons… I look at you, and my heart is filled with joy. In fact, I really want to tell you that you don’t have to be ambitious or promising, and you don’t have to repay or support us in old age. As long as we love each other all the time, that’s enough. I have indeed paid a lot for you, but the happiness you have given me has already been repaid countless times. Your spotless innocence and love warm me, awaken me, infect me, and change me. If I want to be grateful, I should be grateful to you even more. A neighbor\’s eldest sister once said that her son was in college and she hadn\’t seen him for a semester, and she really missed him. When my son came home during the summer vacation, he opened the door, entered the house, and called mom. She rushed out, wanting to hug him tightly. But after all, I was not embarrassed. She listened to him talk about school news and watched him chatting with his classmates and friends. He went to karaoke, he organized ball games, he closed the bedroom door… She knew that her mother was no longer his world. The little baby who stayed in her arms all day long, begging for kisses and hugs, would never come back again. As the child grows up, she is happy but also disappointed. Happy to be able to talk. Lost, but dare not say it. I know that this loss is also waiting for me in the future. Therefore, I must love you non-stop, in this only time that sparkles with diamond light. While you can still happily throw yourself into my arms, you can still snicker and carry the quilt into my bedroom and want to sleep with me, you can still raise your face and cry out to your mother with sobs when you feel wronged, and you can still cry like rain on the third day. Share your thoughts and wishes with me at once. While you still love me without reservation, stick to me and trust me. While I\’m still your whole world. I must cherish every day when we are so in love and not waste a single second. I want to coax you to sleep with my heart, wipe your tears, hold your little body, admire your clumsy paintings, and capture your innocent laughter. I want to bathe and cook you well, laugh and mingle with you, and participate in every moment of your growth. Because the days of such intimacy lasted only a few years. A little neglect and it will never come back. One day, you will change from a soft and waxy naughty boy to a grown-up in your own right. He will buy what he wants, and he will no longer hold me in his arms and plead with tears in his eyes. When I go out, I can drive by myself and no longer hold my hand tightly and be my follower. When you get sick, you will buy your own medicine, and you will no longer rely on me to be depressed. If you have troubles, you will solve them yourself and no longer tell your mother subconsciously. I would be embarrassed to hug you, and I wouldn’t be able to hug you. I would be embarrassed to say I love you, let alone be with you all the time. I will hide my nostalgia and pampering to prevent you from being too annoyed or concerned. I will gently let you go and let you fly away, no matter how lost, confused and reluctant to leave you. I hope you grow up,I\’m afraid you\’ll grow up. Time does not listen to me, it is quietly creating a bifurcation, and you are setting off. And I can only love you non-stop. Collect your love non-stop. While you are still in my arms.