All the hard work and complaints of raising a baby disappear…

During this period of time, I moved to another city. I was so busy with all kinds of things every day. I spent a lot less time with Dingdang, and I felt guilty. Yesterday, I spent a day of my own free will. I didn’t bring my mobile phone, and I didn’t care about anything. I just spent the whole day playing with him. Go to the Ocean Ball Playground and roll around with him; go to the library and read to him; go to the park and watch him jump up and down… The whole day, he is extremely happy. The crisp laughter from time to time also diluted my physical fatigue. At night, after taking a bath and telling stories, although he was very sleepy, he was still rolling on the bed and refused to sleep. He repeatedly shouted \”Mom, Mom…\” using his very few vocabulary. I could only respond happily: \”Ei! Mom is so good, Mom loves you so much.\” At the end, he suddenly stood up, shouted clearly \”Love Mom!\” and then plunged into my arms with trembling flesh. At that moment, I was a little confused, and then I was extremely moved. This is the third word he finally learned after \”Dad\” and \”Mom\” – love is like a solemn and great confession to me. After some kissing and hugging, I put him on my shoulders who was very sleepy, and walked back and forth in the room to lull him to sleep. For no reason, I thought of Zhang Xiaofeng\’s \”Missing Person Notice\”, so I gently read this soft little poem: \”A little boy lost his way at some point. Who picked him up? He is a benevolent gentleman. He is here.\” Wearing a small blue sailor suit, he must read a story before going to bed. He is as heavy as a shot put and as happy as an angel…I heard that an old man named Time took him there, but gave me a The boy, whose mother was still tall, was sitting there memorizing history with a gloomy face. The little boy of the past was lost at some point, who brought him back to me, a benevolent gentleman.\” After reading it, I felt deeply involved in the poem, as if the child really has grown into a boy taller than me. I quickly turned my head and saw that the brat was already snoring. My little boy is still here! Gently put him down on the bed, and just look at his cute little face while sleeping quietly. The moonlight is like water, and my heart is like soft waves. At that moment, my heart and eyes are full of contentment. After becoming a mother, I once felt that he was like a tight spell that could not be taken off, tightly surrounding me, but now, watching him grow up, his eyes, smiles and every move have become the warmest joy in my ordinary life. source. At 7 months old, he likes to tear up books. At 1 year and 7 months old, he can read books seriously. Then, he turns on the computer and starts preparing to do something. It\’s because in the past two days, my phone frequently popped up the prompt \”The phone\’s storage is less than 500M, please clear the phone space.\” During the day, I deleted all the chat history that needed to be deleted as usual. At the end of the deletion, facing a full 20G of family group records, I knew that as long as I swiped my right hand, the load on the entire phone would be completely lightened. But I still couldn\’t let it go, so I had no choice but to uninstall a few apps to finally free up some space. To me, the 20G family group record can be said to be a treasure. Because what is recorded in it are all the photos and short videos of Dingdang since his birth. When I have nothing to do, I always like to read it over and over again: the look of me crying in the delivery room just after giving birth; the look of me crying and sleeping in the confinement with a confused look on my face; the white, fat and Michelin-like little hands of the half-year-old Small feet; can’t wait to feed solid food for the first timeThe embarrassment of sticking out the tongue; the crying face when he stumbled and fell down when he was learning to walk… Every frame is a frozen happy memory. Those recorded image memories are, to me, a memoir of my love for Ding Dong, which can be retrieved and traced back. Those little moments that slipped away are all retained in the image. At any time, I can easily take a time machine and go back to see all the growth footprints of that little boy. I was reluctant to delete it, so I had to export the short video and save it to the computer hard drive. Clicking on the folder properties showed that the total number of short videos was 12,000! For the convenience of future viewing, I categorized all the short videos according to month. While categorizing, I looked at the little baby. As the folders were named, he slowly grew into a young man who was almost twice the size when he was born: he was walking tremblingly while holding on to the wall, making a milky sound, mom, mom. He screamed and struggled to get out of your arms and ran away. You chased him around in anger… During the two hours of compiling the video, it was like pressing the fast forward button, and he and I were together. Two years together, I condensed it into a short movie and watched it again, and my eyes couldn\’t help but turn red several times. All the complaints and hardships in the past have disappeared, leaving only the scene of being in love with him. Apart from happiness, I suddenly felt a little bit sad: I had hoped that he would grow up, be able to sleep by himself, eat by himself, and read books and play with toys quietly by himself. But when he really grew up like I thought, he was so reluctant to let go. The little baby who was still in his infancy yesterday just blinked, how could he suddenly grow into a big child? It has only been a few months and I feel like I have grown into a little man. I remembered that I went back to my hometown a while ago and chatted with my aunt. She mentioned that she had not seen her son a few times throughout the year since she got married, and she missed her son but could not tell her. When her son came home during the Spring Festival, she opened the door and saw her son, who was thinking about her day and night. She really wanted to go up and hug him, but she was still embarrassed because her smiling daughter-in-law stood beside her son. During those few days when his son was at home, he either went out to meet friends or walked with his wife, leaving very little time for her. She knew that she was no longer her son\’s world. The little kid who once lay in her arms and begged for kisses and hugs like a bear would never come back. I know that I cannot escape this loss. Therefore, even though I will go crazy because of his crying for no reason, and feel haggard because of his endless night wakings, every time I think that one day he will sleep by himself, eat by himself, and grow up to be a man who makes friends. But the big boy who is no longer close to me… I think that one day, he will no longer need me… At that moment, my irritability will weaken a lot, I will be more patient, and I want to cherish every minute and second of getting together, fiercely Love him more. Besides, he is so cute and adorable as he grows up, and gives me so much happiness. He is like a master of emotions. When I am upset, he will immediately understand my feelings, and instantly become an obedient sheep and cling to me and call me mom. He is a huge fan of mine, and the look in his eyes that embodies the most concentration, immaculate innocence and love completely surpasses Mr. Liu\’s. He is also a pistachio, and his childishness in every move makes me laugh and feel joyful.exist. I remembered a mother in the circle of friends a few days ago who said: Raising children is really cost-effective. I am such an ordinary person, but because I have a child, I have gained the emotional experience of so many rare treasures in the world, and gained so much high-quality and cheap happiness. It’s all thanks to the children! Maybe, one day, my little boy will be lost in the years. But I am willing to use this method to remind myself to love him and accompany him non-stop and without reservation. In the days when I was his whole world, in the moments when he loved me, stuck to me and trusted me without reservation, in these short golden days, cherish every moment of being in love with each other.