Isn\’t it a good thing to be a weak mother?

It is said that a mother is strong and a mother is strong. As an unqualified mother of two children, I am slowly trying to show weakness to my children, and I am gradually realizing the sweetness of it. Going to sleep every night is a sweet and painful moment. Often I would lie on the bed with my sister Xiaowanzi, and I would close my eyes and fall asleep, quietly opening a crack with one eye to look at her, for fear of being discovered by her. She rolled around for a while, squeezed into my arms for a while, then slowly calmed down and breathed evenly. I was secretly happy, yes, success was in sight. Unexpectedly, when she heard a little noise in the living room, she suddenly turned over and sat up: looking for her brother to play. He crawled to the bed like a red panda and was about to get out of bed. If it were in the past, I would try to communicate with her: Baby, we are going to bed and can\’t go out to play. The effect can be imagined, she will still insist on going out to play, crying and shouting, and the atmosphere is tense. But that day, I had an idea and pretended to be pitiful: Baby, mommy will be so lonely after you leave. The figure of the red panda who had reached the bedside immediately paused: Mom, don\’t be so lonely. So, she turned around and grabbed my hand and pulled it down the bed: Mom, let\’s go out and play together. I said to her softly: You go out to play, I will wait for you here. She hesitated next to me for a while, but finally couldn\’t hold back the idea of ​​playing, and ran out with her bare feet. It was novel and heart-warming to see a two-year-old and three-month-old girl hesitate because of my \”loneliness\”. Within a few minutes, her grandma reminded her in the living room: Mom is still waiting for you in the house. She is so lonely. She immediately put down the toys in her hands and ran back to me and threw herself into my arms. I told her that as long as Ninier is with her mother, her mother will not be lonely at all. She happily climbed onto the bed, lay on her side next to me, looked at my face, and murmured: Nini\’er stays with her mother, and her mother is not alone. He showed himself to be very useful, full of satisfaction and pride. As a mother, my heart is so warm that it melts. A small show of weakness not only made me feel my little daughter\’s thoughtfulness, but also gave her a sense of responsibility and accomplishment. The same goes for getting along with Brother Xiaoxin. On weekends, his three meals a day become my biggest headache – for a five-year-old child, he has a good role model in the kindergarten and the guidance of the teacher, so he can eat well. It was a disaster when he got home. He seldom had a good meal, so he had to linger during a meal, playing with things, and eating in and out until the meal was cold. What\’s more, after taking two mouthfuls of rice, he put down his spoon and said: Mom, I\’m full. In the past, I would first try to suppress my anger, follow the temptation, and try to convince him with delicious food and truth. If it doesn\’t work, I\’ll just pay it off and we\’ll be fine. If he continues as usual, my anger will rise immediately, and my face will turn cold: Do you still want to eat? After losing my temper, feeling upset, where is the gentle mother I promised you? What about rationality? Looking at the child\’s innocent eyes, full of guilt. But again, it happens again. He doesn\’t eat, and I get angry. The angrier I get, the more he doesn\’t eat. The more he doesn\’t eat, the angrier I get. It\’s a vicious cycle. Fortunately, I\’ve been trying to slow down recently. He took two mouthfuls of rice and said: Mom, I’m full. I slipped off the table and wanted to continue playing Lego. I calmly told him: Okay, you can leave when you are full.. However, I am going to throw away the remaining bowl of rice. It is such a waste. He stopped when he heard this, and I continued: If you throw it away, the rice babies, egg babies, tomato babies, and vegetable babies in your bowl will be very sad, because they have worked hard to grow for so long, and they have no effect. It was thrown away as garbage without any use. He ran back to the dining table and sat down: Then I\’d better eat it. After eating a spoonful of rice, he asked me: Mom, are the rice babies happy? Me: Of course I’m happy. If you eat it, it can provide nutrients to the children and help you grow healthier. It has played its role and I am very happy. As a result, he ate more happily. From then on, such conversations often took place at the dinner table. And classmate Xiaoxin eats food happily every time. When he is full, he will ask me with a sense of accomplishment: Mom, are you happy with beef? Is Xiaomi happy? Are you happy with broccoli? Well, I mean, they\’re all happy. Of course, I\’m happier. To be honest, sometimes I feel that I am cunning and cunning, but I can show my weakness appropriately and no longer use the authority of my parents to oppress me. On the contrary, I can get along more happily and achieve my goal faster. As a first-time parent, I feel quite overwhelmed. The way to communicate with a pair of young children will take decades to slowly explore. Please take good care of me, Xiaoxin and Xiaowanzi.