You don’t have to be happy to be a mother

Sometimes I have to sigh, being a mother is really an experience that can be sunny or rainy sometimes, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes satisfied, sometimes unwilling. In fact, what I want to say is that sometimes I have to lament that being a mother is really an experience that can sometimes be sunny or rainy. Sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad, sometimes satisfied, and sometimes unwilling. Actually, what I want to say is that after Dingdang injured his head last week, I once again cried with my baby for eternity. Here\’s the thing. Mr. Liu was on a business trip those two days, and his aunt hadn\’t come over yet from her hometown. Unfortunately, Dingdang and I both had severe colds. After lunch, I sat on the bed and watched Dingdang take a nap while turning on the computer and getting busy with work. When I was so sleepy that my eyes were filled with stars, Dingdang, who had woken up from his nap, crawled over with a groan and took advantage of me to get a diaper. I clicked around with the mouse for a while, and I happened to cross the document that I had been writing for a long time and had not yet had time to save. At that time, I was anxious, annoyed and helpless, but Dingdang reluctantly raised the mouse in his little hand and smashed it down hard. After throwing it back and forth for a few times, I decided to hide the mouse, but I didn\’t expect that I would get angry all of a sudden. This little guy burst into tears at the top of his lungs. I held him in my arms and coaxed him non-stop for almost half an hour. I tried all kinds of methods to make him stop crying. Instead, he seemed to be possessed by a demon. The more you cry, the harder you cry. The sharp cries were tugging at my nerves and patience. The chaotic and uncontrollable state made me feel that life was so embarrassing, and I suddenly felt an indescribable unwillingness: \”This is not the life I want!\” I couldn\’t help but my eyes got hot, and as Dingdang cried loudly, I also burst into tears. All the negative emotions surged up in an instant, as if possessed by a demon. The more I cried, the more I couldn\’t control the grievance in my heart. Finally, Dingdang cried himself to sleep in my arms, but I fell into an emotional depression. I think of the exhaustion of raising a child with a cold these past few days, of the ever-changing life after becoming a mother, of writing articles until midnight every night and having to hold up my extremely sleepy body to coax Dingdang to sleep, who is waiting to be fed, of giving birth to a child. After that, I was completely restrained and lived a life without freedom. I thought of sleeping all night only in the year of the monkey. Who said maternal love is without regrets? At that moment, I was full of complaints and unwillingness. Who said being a mother is the happiest thing, but at that moment, I was so tired and unhappy. He took a picture of Dingdang sleeping with tears on his face and posted it to Moments, complaining: \”Honestly, for me, raising children is not a happy thing. Being tired is not a happy thing.\” After a while, I received a message from my mother on WeChat. She affectionately taught me that maternal love is selfless devotion. Children are young and ignorant. When you become a mother, you should give to him without regrets and experience happiness from it… I I know my mother has good intentions. She originally wanted to give me chicken soup for the soul to make me less depressed, but I cried even more after reading this message. We are both mothers, so why am I so pretentious? I suddenly regretted why I had posted such a post on Moments that was so inconsistent with my identity as a mother. It was obvious that I was an unqualified and bad mother. When I wanted to delete it with a guilty conscience, I found that there were already many, many comments below: \”Diandian.\” In this way, when he wants to watch TV, I take him to eat and cry ten times.The minute he showed no intention of stopping, I couldn’t bear it anymore and had to compromise because I was afraid that if I didn’t compromise again, I would lose control of my temper and beat him. His crying would be so annoying and annoying to him.” “I understand very well, and my son also She would cry for a long time over something that seemed inexplicable to us. The older she got, the more she became like this. I was really forced to do nothing, so I just cried with him. I thought I was the only unhappy mother.\” \”Dear , the same thing, Dingdang is no exception. My brother can cry for an hour or two without being coaxed. At that time, I don’t know why I want to give birth to a child to destroy my originally free life, but after that, I feel Giving birth to a child is actually to fulfill our lives. I understand what you are saying. I also often feel that children bring happiness and unhappiness. You are not alone.\”… While reading the message, I burst into tears. No. Because of guilt, but because of being understood. When the greatness and selflessness of maternal love are eulogized everywhere, most of the negative emotions hidden in the corners of every mother\’s heart are ignored or hidden. They are originally the joys, sorrows, and joys of a normal person, but because of the The word \”maternal love\” is used to make people demanding selflessness. Everyone says, \”Mothers must be happy so that children can be happy.\” But mothers are also unhappy, mothers are also sad, and mothers also need to lose their temper occasionally. For the sake of children, mothers are the The character is burdened with too many nurturing responsibilities and emotional shackles. Being a mother is like having a curse on your head at all times. You must follow the journey to the West without distracting thoughts. But even the Monkey King will occasionally leave his master emotionally. Leaving independently, let alone ordinary bodies like us? In the end, I did not delete that circle of friends. An occasional emotional vent not only released my inner depression, but also became an outlet for the emotions of the mothers around me. Everyone During the interaction between you and me, I was surprised to find that every mother is the same. Even those mothers who live in a circle of friends and are full of positive energy will inevitably have periods of emotional depression. We are not alone. What impressed me the most What was touching was that Mr. Liu was very considerate of my feelings after knowing how hard it was for me to take care of Ding Dong. He offered me to take Ding Dong to bed so that I could have a good night\’s sleep to recharge my batteries. Sometimes, letting go at the right time is also a good idea. A kind of trust. Mr. Liu held the little one who woke up frequently at night beyond my imagination, and he also understood my difficulty more deeply. And I, after two nights of rest, most of my mental and emotional state recovered. The unhappy mother was not It is not shameful. Only by showing weakness occasionally can the people around you have the opportunity to inject energy and nourishment into you. Although mothers are great, they are also ordinary people. Feelings, anger, sorrows and joys are all human. When it comes to loving our children, we love them more than anyone else. Love, I am really in a bad mood when I am irritable because of my children. After having Dingdang, I often thought, why do people want to be a mother? I don’t become a mother to make myself happy because of my children, let alone to let others do it for me. I chose to be a mother because of the thumbs up from a good mother. When Mr. Liu and I came up with the idea of ​​preparing for pregnancy, it was purely because we wanted to enrich our own lives with a more complete experience. We wanted to conceive a child and participate in his entire life from the embryo. process. In this sense, everything I do for my children should beIt comes from my heart, and his cute and cute look makes me happy. He acted violently and cried unreasonably, which made me irritated. Every emotion my mother has has its own reason. Who stipulates that a mother must be happy all the time? It is normal to feel tired and not in love. Only when you relax can you continue to love and kill each other. Good mood, bad mood, happy or unhappy, just like the popular Mr. Left and Mr. Right. There is no need to struggle with small emotions. Being a mother does not require you to hide the existence of negative emotions. After venting, you can return to maternal love. good. Every emotion is reasonable when it exists, and perfection and balance are all games with each other. I just hope that in the long years, I can be a mother who does not focus on her children, does not criticize her emotions based on the world\’s praise, and tries to live her own life as well as possible. That is enough. After Zhou Dingdang hurt his head, I cried with my baby again. Here\’s the thing. Mr. Liu was on a business trip those two days, and his aunt hadn\’t come over yet from her hometown. Unfortunately, Dingdang and I both had severe colds. After lunch, I sat on the bed and watched Dingdang take a nap while turning on the computer and getting busy with work. When I was so sleepy that my eyes were filled with stars, Dingdang, who had woken up from his nap, crawled over with a groan and took advantage of me to get a diaper. I clicked around with the mouse for a while, and I happened to cross the document that I had been writing for a long time and had not yet had time to save. At that time, I was anxious, annoyed and helpless, but Dingdang reluctantly raised the mouse in his little hand and smashed it down hard. After throwing it back and forth for a few times, I decided to hide the mouse, but I didn\’t expect that I would get angry all of a sudden. This little guy burst into tears at the top of his lungs. I held him in my arms and coaxed him non-stop for almost half an hour. I tried all kinds of methods to make him stop crying. Instead, he seemed to be possessed by a demon. The more you cry, the harder you cry. The sharp cries were tugging at my nerves and patience. The chaotic and uncontrollable state made me feel that life was so embarrassing, and I suddenly felt an indescribable unwillingness: \”This is not the life I want!\” I couldn\’t help but my eyes got hot, and as Dingdang cried loudly, I also burst into tears. All the negative emotions surged up in an instant, as if possessed by a demon. The more I cried, the more I couldn\’t control the grievance in my heart. Finally, Dingdang cried himself to sleep in my arms, but I fell into an emotional depression. I think of the exhaustion of raising a child with a cold these past few days, of the ever-changing life after becoming a mother, of writing articles until midnight every night and having to hold up my extremely sleepy body to coax Dingdang to sleep, who is waiting to be fed, of giving birth to a child. After that, I was completely restrained and lived a life without freedom. I thought of sleeping all night only in the year of the monkey. Who said maternal love is without regrets? At that moment, I was full of complaints and unwillingness. Who said being a mother is the happiest thing, but at that moment, I was so tired and unhappy. He took a picture of Dingdang sleeping with tears on his face and posted it to Moments, complaining: \”Honestly, for me, raising children is not a happy thing. Being tired is not a happy thing.\” After a while, I received a message from my mother on WeChat. She affectionately taught me that maternal love is selfless devotion. Children are young and ignorant. When you become a mother, you should give to him without regrets and experience happiness from it… I I know my mother has good intentions. Her original intention was to give me chicken soup for the soul so that I wouldn’tSo annoying, but I cried even more after reading this message. We are both mothers, so why am I so pretentious? I suddenly regretted why I had posted such a post on Moments that was so inconsistent with my identity as a mother. It was obvious that I was an unqualified and bad mother. When I wanted to delete it with a guilty conscience, I found that there were already many, many comments below: \”Diandian.\” Like this, he wanted to watch TV, and I took him to dinner. He cried for ten minutes without any intention of stopping. I couldn\’t bear it anymore and had to compromise because I was afraid that if I didn\’t compromise, I would lose control of my temper and beat him. \”Crying is so annoying and annoying to him.\” \”I understand it very well. My son will also cry for a long time for something that is inexplicable to us. The older he gets, the more he will be like this. I really have no choice but to do it, so I just follow him. He cried, thinking that I was the only unhappy mother.\” \”Dear, it\’s the same. Dingdang is no exception. My brother can cry for an hour or two without being coaxed. Whenever that happens, I don\’t know why. Having a child destroys my originally free life, but after that, I feel that having a child is actually to complete our life. I understand what you said, and I often feel that children bring happiness and unhappiness. , you are not alone”… While reading the message, tears burst into my face. Not because of guilt, but because of being understood. While the greatness and selflessness of maternal love are eulogized everywhere, most of the negative emotions hidden in the corners of every mother\’s heart are ignored or hidden. The joys, sorrows, and joys of a normal person are criticized because of the word \”maternal love\”. Selfless. Everyone says, ‘Only when a mother is happy will her children be happy’, but mothers are also unhappy, mothers are also sad, and mothers also need to have a tantrum from time to time. For the sake of her children, the role of mother bears too many nurturing responsibilities and emotional shackles. Becoming a mother is like having a curse on your head at all times. You must follow the journey to the West without distracting thoughts. But even the Great Sage Qitian would occasionally have the mood to leave his master and leave independently, let alone ordinary mortal bodies like us? In the end, I didn\’t delete that circle of friends. An occasional emotional vent not only released my inner depression, but also became an outlet for the emotions of the mothers around me. During the interactions between everyone, I was surprised to find that every mother is the same. Even those mothers who live in a circle of friends and are full of positive energy will inevitably have periods of emotional depression. We are not alone. What touched me most was that Mr. Liu was very considerate of my feelings after knowing the hard work I had to do with Ding Dong. He took the initiative to ask me to take Dingdong to bed so that I could have a good night\’s sleep to recharge my batteries. Sometimes, letting go at the right time is also a kind of trust. Mr. Liu was able to hold the little guy who woke up frequently at night beyond my imagination, and he also understood my difficulties better. As for me, my mental state was mostly restored after two nights of rest. There is no shame in being an unhappy mother. Only by showing weakness occasionally can the people around you have the opportunity to inject energy and nourishment into you. Although mothers are great, they are also ordinary people, and their emotions and emotions are all human. When we love our children, we love them more than anyone else. When we are irritable because of our children, we are really in a bad mood. After having Dingdang, I often thought, why do peopleWant to be a mother? I didn’t become a mother to make myself happy because of my children, nor did I choose to be a mother so that others would praise me for being a good mother. When Mr. Liu and I first came up with the idea of ​​preparing for pregnancy, it was purely because we wanted to enrich our own lives with a more complete experience, so we wanted to conceive a child and participate in his entire life process from the embryo. In this sense, everything I do for my child should come from my heart. His cute and cute appearance makes me happy. He acted violently and cried unreasonably, which made me irritated. Every emotion my mother has has its own reason. Who stipulates that a mother must be happy all the time? It is normal to feel tired and not in love. Only when you relax can you continue to love and kill each other. Good mood, bad mood, happy or unhappy, just like the popular Mr. Left and Mr. Right. There is no need to struggle with small emotions. Being a mother does not require you to hide the existence of negative emotions. After venting, you can return to maternal love. good. Every emotion is reasonable when it exists, and perfection and balance are all games with each other. I just hope that in the long years, I can be a mother who does not focus on her children, does not criticize her emotions based on the world\’s praise, and tries to live her own life as well as possible. That is enough.