The most off-topic wish is: child, I want to be friends with you

A while ago, I was doing homework for Sidi, and when I opened my homework book, an old card fell out with a small dinosaur printed on it. Sidi quickly picked it up and rubbed the dust on his body. I asked her: \”What is this?\” She said: \”This is Pokémon!\” \”Pokémon?\” I felt like my brain was a little confused: \”Isn\’t Pokémon the yellow Pikachu?\” Sidi gave it to me with a look of disdain. Explanation: \”Pokémon is Pokémon. They are a family of elves. There are many elves, and Pikachu is just one of them.\” I had a dark look on my face. I always thought that just like \”Smart Ikkyu\” is about the little monk Ikkyu, \”Doraemon\” is about the fat blue doraemon, and \”Pokémon\” is about the yellow Pikachu. I asked: \”Where did the card come from?\” Sidi said: \”I exchanged the Kitty eraser for Mary.\” The Kitty eraser was a limited edition bought by a friend when he went to Japan. Although I can\’t see any difference between the limited edition and the non-limited edition, it\’s obviously a disadvantage to exchange such a beautiful eraser for such a soft card? Sidi saw my expression, held the card, and whispered: \”Everyone is collecting Pokémon cards, but I don\’t have any. I begged Mary for a long time before she agreed to exchange them with me. In this world, There is a tried-and-tested way to deal with parents, which is: \”Everyone has it, but I don\’t. \”Looking at Sidi\’s dejected face, I said, \”You do your homework first. \”I searched it on my mobile phone and found 100 authentic English copies of Pokémon for 58 yuan. After Sidi finished her homework, I called her over and asked, \”Are 100 pictures enough?\” How about we buy 200 sheets? Sidi\’s whole body lit up and she yelled desperately: \”Mom, thank you; Mom, I love you so much; Mom, you are great…\” She hugged me and kissed me fiercely, and kissed me all over my face. Little girl Still not finished, she enthusiastically flipped through the cards on the screen and introduced to me, this is a small dinosaur, this is a fire-breathing dragon, this is amazing, this is Mewtwo, Mewtwo is… I had to interrupt her: \” Mom is going to cook. When the card comes, you have fun. \”As a middle-aged woman, I am really not interested in these two-dimensional monsters, and I don\’t want to take the time to understand them. I just know that they can make my baby happy, and that\’s enough. Mom is not The one who shares the world with her children, the mother is the one who supports the children in their search for the world. I went to cook and chop vegetables, thinking about how that cute Pikachu and those strange dinosaurs could become clan members? I suddenly thought of last summer , drinking coffee with Sister Yi. I arrived first and watched her walking across the road through the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She had long, wavy hair, sunglasses, and a one-step dress with printed herringbone straps, nude color Wedge sandals are really beautiful. However, as she walked, she held her phone upright in front of her, swaying it left and right, as if she was detecting something. This action made her elegant, intellectual and ladylike, which greatly reduced her appearance. She entered the coffee shop and also She was scanning her cell phone everywhere like a detector. She scanned around and walked towards me. When she saw that she was in front of the table, my smileThey had already bloomed, and she actually turned her head and went to the other side. I looked at the screen again, looking a little annoyed. At this time, she remembered, raised her head and looked around, saw me, and walked back. I asked her: \”What are you doing?\” She turned off her phone and said sheepishly: \”I\’m playing \”Pokémon Go\”, a monster-catching game.\” She lowered her head to look at the menu, intentionally not looking at the dumbfounded people. I explained in one breath: \”It\’s very popular now. My daughters are crazy about playing. You know, adolescent children are very rebellious. They won\’t say anything to you, and they are stricter than Sister Jiang. So I want to understand them, We have to become their friends and get along with them. Is it easy for us to be mothers?\” Sister Yi has a daughter who is in the first year of high school, and she has spent all her efforts and efforts to cultivate her since she was a child. This time for coffee, Sister Yi wanted to discuss French education with me. Sending your children to study abroad is already on your agenda, but you’re just not sure where to go? We talked all afternoon, and finally Sister Yi said with great emotion: \”After becoming a parent, I know how difficult it is to be a parent. I really hope to become friends with my daughter.\” Most parents think very seriously. Passed: I want to be friends with my children. The vast majority of children have also wished: If their parents could become friends with me. However, it is like, everyone has longed for it from the bottom of their hearts: I want to be the president; I want to win the lottery; I want to become a billionaire… Often the more unattainable the wish, the more beautiful and attractive it is, that\’s all. , no follow-up. Sidi was over two years old, and I took her to play at a friend\’s house. A friend has a boy over three years old. He was very excited when he saw a little girl coming. He climbed from the sofa to the back of the sofa, climbed from the back of the sofa to the low cabinet, and then jumped down from the 1.2-meter low cabinet with various fancy movements. When we came out of the kitchen, the little boy had already danced a few rounds. He laughed while climbing and shouted exaggeratedly: \”Oh, I\’m going to fall…\” Sidi watched with joy and pushed him from behind to help him climb up. My friend and I shouted at the same time: \”Stop!\” The laughter in the room suddenly froze. The friend took his son off the sofa and asked him and Sidi to play in another room. The two children walked away hand in hand, covering their mouths and laughing as they walked, still immersed in the joy of being complicit. This little thing impressed me deeply. Because Sidi was in the rebellious phase at that time, she changed from a well-behaved baby to a rebellious and provocative little monster. \”Do you want to eat?\” \”NO!\” \”You don\’t want to eat?\” \”NO!\” \”Do you want to eat?\” \”NO! NO! NO!\” This is the basic way we talk every day. I have to force her to eat; not to run around; not to watch TV without restrictions; not to wear summer skirts in winter; not to mess with her mother\’s phone; not to yell everywhere; not to fight with children… Every night, I In addition to the fatigue of falling apart, there is also a kind of blooming sadness. I cannot be a gentle and kind mother. I am simply a fighter covered in thorns. Sadly, my opponent is my Sidi. It was this detail that made me understand that I am a mother and I cannot become a childfriend. The children can\’t see the fine porcelain vases on the cabinet, the springs in the sofa are a bit old, the wooden floor in the living room is slippery, and there are furniture corners that can be bumped everywhere… The game they see is very fresh. , very exciting, never played before, very funny. As a mother who can see these dangers, I can\’t pretend not to see them. Even though I could have calmly stopped them, in fact, I still stopped them. Mom can\’t make it, continue to work harder and share their happy friends. In fact, as parents, why do we want to be our children’s friends? From the superficial point of view, it is because we hope to establish a friendly, relaxed and natural intimate relationship with our children, where we can talk about anything, help each other, and fully support each other. In fact, talking about it subconsciously is because parents not only want to control their children\’s actions, but also want to control their children\’s hearts. It is love that blinds us. We don’t let go because we don’t trust. No matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we pretend, we can never be our children\’s friends. Because friends are based on mutual equality and share happiness, while parents and children are based on guardianship and guardianship and are responsible for education. No matter how tolerant your parents are, have you ever said to your mother: \”In the afternoon, you will be doing boring advanced mathematics, skipping class to sweep the streets?\” No matter how cool your parents are, have you ever said to your father: \”That man across the street is mine?\” Dish, I want to flirt?\” As parents and children, our relationship has been stereotyped from the beginning. We are not friends, but what does it matter? If I become the child\’s friend, who will be their mother? I am the mother of my children, and I want to fulfill my nagging, nagging, dedicated, and caring duties as a mother. I can work hard to change my education methods so that children do not just succumb to the majesty of their parents, improve the relationship with the children, make us harmonious and close, and make me a mother that the children like. However, I never would or would like to be a friend to children. In children\’s lives, they need to have parents, teachers, and colleagues, and they also need to meet good, bad, and all kinds of friends. Everyone around them is a side part of her, reflecting her life at that moment. Friends share life with them, and mothers teach them to identify friends. We all have our own roles to play because we all love the same person.