Child, please slow down and grow up

At noon in midsummer, I was writing an article in front of the computer. When I turned around, I found that my son had fallen asleep on my bed. He was lying in the middle of the bed in a \”big\” shape, with long arms and legs, head tilted, breathing evenly, quiet and well-behaved. Now, only when he is asleep, such a harmonious and beautiful picture will appear. More often than not, I keep reminding him: put down the phone, go play ball, go do homework, read a book, go draw… The gentle mother who was once a gentle mother has become a loud-voiced, Xianglin sister-in-law… I quietly I took a picture of him sleeping with my cell phone. Now that he is older, he is very resistant to being photographed. I can only \”take secret photos\” every time, like a star-chasing paparazzi, using unconventional means to leave some images of him. Looking at my son who was sleeping soundly, another picture appeared in my mind. Ten years ago, it was also midsummer. When he was less than two years old, he was taking a nap in almost the same sleeping position. I also quietly took photos. In ten years, my son has grown from a chubby toddler who couldn\’t speak a word to a handsome and upright young boy. I was in a trance, two images flashing alternately in my mind. His appearance has not changed much from ten years ago. His eyes are big and lively, and his mouth is neither big nor small nor thin nor thick. It\’s just that the flat nose I had when I was a child has finally grown straighter, my round face has sharp edges and corners, and my skin has darkened and is no longer as smooth and delicate as gelatin. He fell asleep quietly, unlike when he was a child who always liked to talk in his sleep. Occasionally he would frown, as if he was troubled and worried. Growth is gratifying, but growth is cruel. Growing up means becoming someone who knows how to deal with the world, and going from being carefree to facing problems one after another. My child, I wish you could grow slower and slower, and that your carefree time could be longer and longer… The speed of children\’s growth is astonishing. It can be said that it changes with each passing day, which makes people unprepared. Just two or three years ago, when my son was in second or third grade, he and I were very close. We walked hand in hand, with our arms around each other, and I rested my head on his young shoulder, while he tried to raise his shoulder to make me more comfortable. We also have a special kissing ceremony. Every time we are happy, we will kiss each other. You kiss my left cheek, right cheek and forehead, and I will kiss you again on your left cheek, right cheek and forehead. No need to remind, very tacit understanding. I sometimes joke with him: Will I always be so close to my mother? He answered affirmatively: Of course, we will hold hands forever, you kiss me, I kiss you… I am touched and happy, but I know that is impossible. Children will eventually grow up and move from closeness to alienation from us. This is inevitable. But I didn\’t expect that this day would come so quickly. Now, my son no longer wants to walk hand in hand with me. Occasionally, he would accept me hooking up with him, but more often than not, he would quietly move away. He walked next to us like an adult, talking happily about the NBA, his favorite star Curry, and the unmanned supermarkets that just appeared… I am happy for his growth, but I miss those close times with him. My child, I wish you could grow up slower and slower, and that our sweet and sweet time could be longer and longer…My son asked me to help him buy basketballs and protective gear online. He was very excited and talked about what he would do in the future, with expectations and yearning for the future shining in his eyes. I encouraged him: OK, OK, if you have ambition and pursuit, try to play in the NBA in the future. Our children will leave us one day and fly to a wider world. We raise them to grow up so that they can soar to higher places, see scenery we have never seen, and live the life we ​​have always dreamed of but cannot realize. That day will come much sooner than we think. I used to think that the reunion would be very long, but in fact it only lasted in the blink of an eye. In two months, my son will be twelve years old. Twelve years, no more than a command post. And he can stay with us and spend time with us day and night, at most, for seven years. In seven years, he will graduate from high school. Whether he goes to college or pursues his dreams in other ways, he will leave us. By then, our days together in a year will be numbered. Even if he comes back from vacation, he will have a lot of things to do, such as carrying out social practice to improve himself, gathering with friends, etc. Then, he graduated, got a job, and started a family… We were happy for his every progress and transformation, but we were also sad for the separations again and again. But we still hope that our children will fly higher and higher like an eagle. We will look at the blue sky and pray for him. We hope that children will be like a giant ship sailing on a long voyage, riding the wind and waves and traveling across the sea. We will wait on the shore to protect his safe return. My child, I wish you could grow up slower and slower, and that the time we spend together could be longer and longer…