Accompanying years

Everyone has a sense of inferiority, that is, they always want to pin their unfinished dreams on their children, and their future is everything. To this end, their parents have paid a lot and are willing to go through fire and water.

Me, too. I still have a lot of feelings when I think of my children's study career, especially the experience of accompanying them.

My child was admitted to the best high school in the provincial capital city because of his excellent results in the senior high school entrance examination. For three years, my husband and I went to see the children by train every Saturday and came back on Sunday night, rain or shine, without interruption.

I remember once we had dinner after 7 o'clock. According to the practice of calling after three meals a day, I asked the children with concern if they had eaten. Hearing the sentence "I just drank black sesame paste", my tone was very urgent, as if I were going to the classroom again, and my heart was broken at once. Black sesame paste is also rice? How can this work? Too busy to eat? It's not easy. I can't feel tears in my eyes.

It will soon be the second half of the third year of high school. Because I want to help my children adjust their appetite and sprint to the finish line with a good mental outlook, I have to take time off to rent a house to accompany them.

The house is not big, but it is still warm after cleaning up. I kept every place in good order and spent a lot of time decorating the children's study.

The walls, desks, cabinets, windows and doors are covered with famous aphorisms written in China's calligraphy, which are very conspicuous. I was very inspirational when I came in and sat down, and I soon entered the learning state. Hang a small basket of draft paper on one side of the table and take it at any time; Hang a small eye protection basket on the other side and put it on for a while to adjust your eyes; The water cup holder in the upper right corner of the table can replenish water in time; Small snack rack in the upper left corner to replenish energy at any time; Put a warm treasure on the bed to warm the stomach and protect the waist, and protect it at any time; My mobile phone has prepared songs and jokes to relax and entertain in time and adjust the boring learning mood; In front of the desk, there are two striking Chinese characters "persistence" on the cabinet. Under the cupboard, there is a row of fabric plush toys that girls like to eat. I try my best to make the learning atmosphere in the cabin stronger and humanistic care more meticulous, not to say that my home is better than mine.

I get up at 5: 30 every morning, and I am really sleepy before and after the Spring Festival. I look at my watch every two minutes, and I have to open my sleepy eyes to get dressed in a hurry. Morning is the busiest time. While cooking, I give my children Chinese medicine to warm and nourish their stomachs. When everything is ready, I will wake them up and let them drink Chinese medicine before getting dressed. The child finished washing in 5 minutes, and the food was served. He wolfed it down for 5 minutes. He quickly checked his schoolbag and rushed out of the house without seeing anyone.

I really started to get busy after the children went to school. I ate first, cleaned up quickly, and had to finish some things for the children. Looking at the child's hair loss caused by lack of sleep, emaciation caused by indigestion, and bad temper caused by study pressure, I was very distressed and volunteered to help the child. In the morning, I go out to buy food, while going to the library to consult various magazines and books, and collect various hot topics and focus materials for my children.

When I came back, it was about 1 1: 20. I went straight to the kitchen and started cooking lunch, so that the children could eat it as soon as they entered the door. After dinner, I tried not to move or make any noise. At most, I watch the news on my mobile phone. The child's sleep is light, ensuring her short lunch break and high quality. In the afternoon, after my children went to school, I packed my things as quickly as possible and began to find many compositions that fit my children's previous college entrance examinations, so that my children could take time to read them at night.

After 5 o'clock, I began to prepare dinner again. In order to save study time, the children didn't come back for dinner. I delivered it at 6 o'clock after I finished it. Many times, I first stood in the crowd of parents delivering meals at the school gate, craning my neck and anxiously looking at brightly lit teaching buildings and steep steps downstairs, sometimes waiting for a long time, feeling eager to see them. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and the familiar figure appeared, and my heart was put down. Sometimes I suddenly feel a kiss on my face. When I came to my senses, I saw the child fly away with a lunch box, and sometimes I turned my head and smiled at me. I am very happy. Pick something delicious on the way back tomorrow morning, and I'll eat it myself and clean it up when I get home.

In the evening, I will first sort out all the papers I have done for my child, so that she can browse and review at any time, and then have a rest.

At that time, I occasionally heard a lecture on answering questions from a provincial Tibetan medicine expert on the radio, which was held every night. This is the first time in my life that I have come into contact with profound Tibetan doctors. I felt mysterious, amazing and great, and I fell in love with it from then on.

I will turn on the radio on time after sorting out the study materials every night, and a familiar and kind voice comes, as if chatting and explaining. I took notes while listening. I wrote down a big book and occasionally took it out for research and reference. It's 9 o'clock before you know it. I washed the dishes at once and boiled a small pot of water. At 9: 30, I'm going to walk from home to school to pick up the children. My children always give me a hug after school every night. On the way, my children talked with me about interesting things in school and reported on their life all day. We went home hand in hand.

After going home, I chatted with my children for a while, and then I learned about 12 with my children. We washed in a hurry, looked at the bright moon outside the window, fell asleep with fatigue, harvest and expectation, and the simple, busy and stressful life was over.

A month later, due to fatigue and inadaptability, I felt dizzy and fell ill, which delayed my child for two days. The child ran back and forth to prepare three meals for me and wash the dishes. I'm in a hurry and don't know what to do. I also dropped a bowl and burned the bottom of the pot. Some are ready-made. Although the food is a little simple and rough, it is already very difficult for children who are used to eating with their mouths open and their clothes reaching out. Afterwards, the child said with a wry smile that her cooking was so bad that she didn't even want to eat it herself. I can't help it, but I chew it well. I've never felt so delicious. Tell me to take medicine as soon as I come back, make the bed at night, and do my own thing after washing. I enjoy and relive this feeling of being taken care of, and suddenly feel that my children have grown up, which is very gratifying.

Children study hard, have good study habits, are conscious and dedicated, and will not waste every minute easily. I still remember those days and nights. I remember a time when a child had a cold drip and time was precious, so he didn't dare to waste every minute, so he chose noon and gave up his only short lunch break. I made lunch, and I accompanied my child to have an intravenous drip when I was eating in the clinic. After dinner, the listless children took a drip and made a test paper. I was moved at that time. I didn't expect a child who has always been arrogant and cowardly to have such hard-working resilience. We adults are ashamed.

Another time, I just went to accompany my students, and it began to snow heavily one night. When I got up in the morning, it was half a foot thick. When the children went to school, it was still before dawn. This gloomy weather makes people very depressed, depressed and easy to think. Looking at the child's distant back, I am thinking about myself and my child in a different place. In this harsh environment, I walked back and forth several times with one foot deep and one foot shallow, thinking of the desolation and loneliness of being sick without anyone to accompany me. I feel my nose is sour and my heart is very uncomfortable.

God's hard work is given, so these are not tired. Full of bitter tears, just flying for dreams.

I have carefully prepared three meals a day, and made great efforts in nutritional value, rayon collocation, pattern color and so on. I will never repeat the same thing within a week. It turns out that my family is busy, the food is ok, and I am too lazy to cook it. Look up a lot of dishes on your mobile phone every day, try to follow them and make them look good. I once made a red bean yam cake, which was very successful and delicious. Later, my children often praised the delicious and classic dishes I cooked at that time.

Sometimes I go to cram school with my children on weekends, and I see that all the students in the classroom are listening attentively. The serious and tense atmosphere made me suddenly return to my student days, and my heart suddenly pulled up. I also often communicate with parents about children's learning methods, skills to relieve learning pressure, and the idea of volunteering for the college entrance examination. I have many arguments and learn from each other. Everything is for the children.

I stayed with her for more than two months. Due to work reasons, my mother-in-law came to accompany me later, and she also served the children wholeheartedly and was the strong backing of the children.

Seeing that there is still a week before the college entrance examination, my husband and I are not at ease and come to accompany the children. Suddenly, I found half a drawer with a red and black basket and a piece of paper more than one person's height. We were speechless, choked, and hugged the child almost at the same time. We decided to relax and spend our spare time walking, playing, watching movies and chatting with children in the park. The day before the exam, we checked into the booked hotel early, and the children greeted the most important selection exam in their lives the next day with free will, which brought a satisfactory end to the three-year struggle.

"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." The child was finally admitted to the top university in the country, and the stone hanging in the air by the whole family finally landed smoothly. The child is now studying for a doctorate, fulfilling the family's long-cherished wish and bringing infinite hope and glory to the family.

This is the result of children's efforts and the reward paid by the whole family.

Due to the special national conditions and culture, this special phenomenon of accompanying reading has been born. Accompanying reading is definitely two-sided. Let's not talk about its negative effects here. Judging from my experience of accompanying students, it is more about enhancing parent-child feelings, which melt into blood and turn into words and deeds, so that parents can understand that children are not easy to learn, and also let them realize the hardships their parents have paid. This bilateral influence is vividly reflected.

I am also very distressed to see that my child is tired of studying. I am willing to cook and wash clothes for him, help her read and write, feed her, and peel fruit ... The child sees that I am working hard and considerate, and consciously brings me tea and water, making my bed and washing my feet ... This is the first time that my child has washed my feet. Although rough and uncomfortable, my heart is warm and sweeter than eating honey.

Life is dull, we deeply understand this heart in dribs and drabs, and this feeling is enough!