In the era of raising a second child, the more children are raised, the more schizophrenic they become.

Compared with the scenery in front of you, the scenery in the distance always looks more moving. One day when I was out running errands, I passed by Ke\’er\’s school and saw students taking physical education classes on the playground. I remembered that Ke\’er had a physical education class today. I tried hard to find him. They were all wearing school uniforms and about the same height. It was hard to find him. Just as I was about to leave, I caught a glimpse of Kerr sitting under the basketball hoop in the playground with a few classmates. He was sweating profusely. He must have just finished playing. I waved to him excitedly, but he didn\’t see it. The classmate next to him saw it, patted him, and pointed at me. Kerr looked towards me, smiled lightly, and then turned to talk to his classmates. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeves of his sleeves. They put on a vest for him in the morning. The vest was difficult to take off and he might not be able to take it off himself. I waved to him again, motioning for him to come over, and I wanted to help him take it off. He didn\’t look this way, and it was the enthusiastic classmate again who told him that I was calling him. Kerr glanced sideways at me, and I was still enthusiastically indicating that I was not interested. Kerr was shy and a little impatient and waved her hand, motioning for me to go away. I waited for a while, but he finally didn\’t come over and didn\’t look back. During dinner, the family chatted happily. Ke\’er suddenly said: Mom, when we have physical education classes from now on, don\’t watch outside. His tone was casual, and before I could respond, he started talking about other topics. He expressed his attitude resolutely and gently, and his seemingly careless hints were kind-hearted and saved me face. The child always has a good grasp of the point-to-point scale and never nags. At night, I looked at Kerr’s back doing homework, thinking about what he had just told me. I am still vulgar and disappointed. Time flies so fast. What is faster than time is the growth of children. For more than a year, Ke\’er\’s attitude towards me appearing in front of his classmates and on his campus was completely different. In the first two years of Ke\’er\’s kindergarten, I was always on business trips or working overtime, and rarely went to his school. I knew almost none of his classmates. When his senior class was about to graduate, I tried hard to arrange time to participate in school activities. During the school\’s spring outing, Ke\’er and I arrived at the classroom early. Ke\’er excitedly introduced every corner of the classroom to me. While waiting for the gathering, his classmates gradually arrived. I sat on a small stool, and the children came around, vying to talk to me, introducing themselves enthusiastically. I looked for topics, talked and laughed, and the children were very happy. In the adult world, I am not an easy person to get close to, and I tend to feel cold to others. You see, it is always easy for children to see the essence through phenomena. There was a little mixed-race girl who was not good at speaking Chinese and stood timidly aside. I took her hand and chatted with her in English for a while, and she soon smiled. The children gathered around me even tighter, vying to hold my hand. Ke\’er stood behind me, leaning on my shoulder with an arm, looking around at her classmates proudly, her eyes seemed to say: Did you see, this aunt you like is my mother. Later, there were more graduation activities and we went more often. Ke\’er\’s classmates became familiar with me. When they saw me from a distance, they shouted: Ke\’er\’s mother, Ke\’er\’s mother, come and sit here! At this time, Ke\’er immediately rushed over, held my hand, leaned on my waist, raised her head proudly, and declared with her eyes: This is my mother, and I won\’t sit with you.Woolen cloth. Why do children change so much when they grow up? Today I am still holding it in my hand, but tomorrow I will say it will fly. Every day I look forward to the moment when my children grow up and take off, and I yearn for the hard work and attachment at the beginning. The hard work of raising children makes us always yearn for the future, and future happiness only lies in the distant future. After entering elementary school, Ke\’er changed a lot. She served her own meals, bathed and dressed herself. I was suddenly freed from trivial assistance. People are always dissatisfied. While I miss Ke\’er\’s childhood, I am also proud that he can take care of himself completely. In contrast, my sister is still a little annoying. Every time I hear her shouting: Mom, I need to pee! Mom, I need to drink water! Mom, my socks fell off! I thought to myself: If only you could do it yourself like my brother. Reading together at night, my sister fell in love with asking questions, but her mouth couldn\’t keep up with her brain. A question was already formed in her mind, but her mouth couldn\’t explain it clearly for a long time: \”This boy is sad because… because… his penguin is gone… …gone…gone.\” Whenever this happened, the elder brother would cover his face and fall down and say: Ah, I can\’t stand it anymore, sister, please tell me quickly! The younger sister reached out to pat her brother, but he dodged away. The younger sister looked back at me and lowered her mouth in grievance. I encouraged her to finish speaking. She tried her best to straighten her mouth again and said: Because…because…penguins went to the Antarctic. Finally, I finished answering this question. After a few minutes of reading, my sister’s question came again. I don’t know why she started to fall in love with long sentences, and every question had to add conjunctions: because… so, if only…, If…if. It was too difficult for her to express such a sentence, and she had to stop and think after saying two words. The brother was eager to know the plot behind the story and shouted impatiently: Sister, please stop talking, I really can\’t stand it anymore! It was getting late and I was impatient. I said: Sister, when you finish reading the story and lie down to sleep, you can ask questions slowly. My sister\’s expression suddenly dropped. Although her brother thought she was slow, she always thought her mother would wait for her. My sister stopped talking and just waited for me to read. Finally I finished reading, turned off the light and went to bed. My sister didn\’t ask any more questions, and I forgot to comfort her, thinking that he would fall asleep quickly. When I send my brother to school in the morning, my sister always goes with us. We wait for her, but she is always very slow. Especially when choosing which toy to take to kindergarten, she has to stand in front of the toy box and think for five minutes. I looked at my watch anxiously. My brother was almost late. I shouted in a bad tone: Sister, hurry up! My sister looked back at me, but she still hadn’t made a good choice. I didn’t want to wait for her anymore, so I said impatiently: Dad will see you off later. After hearing this, my sister hurriedly took a toy and chased after it anxiously. My brother and I walked very fast on the road, and my sister trotted behind us. She ran very hard, but she still chose to follow us the next day. In fact, it was just to stay on the road with her mother for 10 more minutes. One day before going to bed, my sister held the doll and asked: Mom, can I be a mother when I grow up? I said: Of course. The younger sister hugged her doll tightly, stroked the doll\’s hair, put her face against the doll\’s face, and said to herself: When I become a mother, I won\’t speak loudly, don\’t be in a hurry, and wait for the baby to speak slowly. .I was stunned. When parents make mistakes, their children can always slap them in the face accurately and gently. Looking at the grievance and loneliness in my sister\’s eyes that were covered up with strength. I just realized that this period of time was so unfair to her, and I felt so guilty. I always wanted her to keep up with my brother\’s pace, and my insincere encouragement was just to cover up my eagerness for quick success, and I was demanding her according to my brother\’s standards. My brother has grown up, so I don’t have to worry. I always want to urge her to grow up. Occasionally I look up old photos, and the person next to me feels familiar but I haven’t seen him for a long time. Those little arms and legs, that bright smile, how cute they were back then! I wish I could go back to the past and hold the child I had at that time, and all the hardships at the time would disappear. And in every tired moment, I just want to fly to the future as soon as possible. When the present becomes a thing of the past, it feels wonderful to recall it. The past was beautiful, the future is great, but the present is always a bit unsatisfactory. Time may be endless for children, but fleeting for mothers. Can you still remember those beautiful moments and touching moments when you look back? In fact, many pictures have been blurred, leaving only fragments, and the experience only flows in the present. Mom, take your time and don’t rush your children to grow up.