\”My mother is a psycho!\”

Since last Saturday, Beijing has had five consecutive days of smog, traffic restrictions on odd and even numbers, and school holidays. A friend\’s 4-year-old son had to stay at home. When her husband was playing with the child on the bed, the child landed on the back of his head. Just like Mr. Zhe\’s fall from the bed last time, he was not in good spirits. He went to the hospital to see a doctor late at night and also had a CT scan. Although it was nothing serious, my friend had a psychological shadow: in the next few days, as soon as the child climbed onto the bed or sofa, she became nervous and rushed over to let the child down, fearing that if the child fell on his head again, she would no longer let him go. The husband takes care of the baby alone… After having a baby, a mother is often prone to misunderstandings, being overly nervous, and always worrying that this or that accident will happen in her life. During the confinement period, my fever reached 41 degrees due to mastitis. I was so feverish and confused that I could no longer take care of my baby and breastfeed. In order to make it easier to take care of me and the children, Dad Zhe slept with us all night. I always feel uneasy knowing that he is a very heavy sleeper. Although I was in a daze that night, I woke up from time to time to see if the father had crushed the child – the news had revealed the tragedy caused by the father crushing the child under him. One day when I woke up, the baby\’s father rolled over and almost crushed the baby. I don\’t know where I got the strength to push him away, who weighed more than 160 kilograms at the time. After that, for about a year, I didn’t let Zhe’s father sleep with the child in his arms—I couldn’t afford that eventuality. One day, a friend in Tianjin forwarded a real case: a boy in his teens, who went out to look for his family and disappeared in front of his house. I also forwarded this message to spread it. Finally, the child was found and had been killed. Both of us hated the traffickers with hatred. Many mothers, like us, hate the news that their children have been trafficked. They can\’t help but think of their own babies – such a cute little person, they can\’t bear to be left for half a day, let alone being stolen and tortured? I have a friend who often sees relatives and friends forwarding news about snatching and stealing children, and is so frightened that he dares not take his children out alone. Because he saw the glass on the guardrail of the shopping mall shattered with his own eyes, M was always very alert when taking his children to public places. No matter whether the baby pressed hard against the glass or held on to the railing tightly, he was afraid that the glass would break or the railing was not welded firmly. A child falls. Her husband teased her about her nervousness, and she said: \”If my nervousness can make the child safer, then I will be allergic!\” Elevator incidents occur frequently, and unless absolutely necessary, L rarely takes the elevator when taking her children out. Rarely use escalators when taking children. Choose straight escalators for particularly high floors, and climb the stairs on your own for low floors. Some people laughed at L for choking, but L didn\’t care: \”What mother doesn\’t have some paranoia? In this city with many high-rise buildings, I really can\’t not take the elevator even once, but as long as I avoid it once, the risk will be reduced by one point. It’s okay for me to be tired for the sake of my children.” Growing up, my mother had a lot of negative influences on me, but when I think of an incident in junior high school, my dissatisfaction with her turned into tenderness in my heart. I can’t remember why, but we had a huge quarrel and even wanted to sever the mother-daughter relationship with her. Finally, I cried myself to sleep. In my confusion, I felt someone first touched my forehead, then touched the soles of my hands and feet. II heard my father\’s voice: \”Don\’t wake her up, come back quickly.\” Then I heard my mother\’s voice: \”She still has a cold. She gets in trouble because she gets angry and quarreled with me at night and has a fever. She doesn\’t recognize me as her mother. , but I feel sorry for her as a girl! You go to bed first, I will bring her a kettle and a cup and then go to sleep.\” Her words not only resolved my resentment at that time, but also warmed up the future. I was afraid that she would see my tears, so I turned over, but the pillow soon became wet… When I was in college, there was an earthquake in the city where my best friend lived. The phone rang like a hotline in the middle of the night. They were all called by mothers after seeing the news to ask if they were okay… After hanging up the phone, one of my friend\’s roommates said: \”My mother is really crazy! Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?\” Another 12-year-old The roommate who lost his mother forever cried: \”How I wish I had such a crazy mother!\”