A composition that hurts in the child and hurts in the mother's heart

That's why some parents cry while beating their children. They don't want to hit you, but you are too obedient, so when they hit you, you are physically painful and they are heartbroken. This is an essay about the pain in the mother's heart. I hope it can help you. Composition 1

I'm in a bad mood recently, and my heart is in a mess with messy things.

on this day, I have to pay the water and electricity bill again. When I look at my wallet, the change is gone. Why is it gone? Did you lose it, or did your son take it? I guess it was probably my son who took it. I fought back my anger and went shopping. I happened to meet my son and bought a lot of toys. I was so angry that I couldn't control my emotions. I slapped him twice when I went up and said sharply, "Go home and kneel down until I come back!"

I was always angry on the way to buy food. In fact, I don't approve of beating children. When I was a child, my mother often beat our brothers and sisters. My mother's motto in life is "A dutiful son is born under a stick". I have always held a negative attitude towards this sentence. I thought to myself that when I have a child, I will never lay a finger on him or her. After getting married and having children, her mother-in-law often said, "The child should fight or fight. When he grows up, it will not work. He can't let his temper grow, and he will spoil the child."

two days ago, I read in a newspaper that the child stole money within the scope of "should be beaten" and reviewed the words of two mothers. It seems that the child should be beaten. When I got home, I saw my son playing with the toy I just bought. I was so angry that I snapped at the child, "kneel down!" " The son was so scared that he quickly knelt down. I found a bamboo stick, paused in my hand and said, "Give me your hand!" " My son held out his hand, and I drew two bamboo sticks violently, thinking, "Don't hurt the bone, it's broken." However, I realized that I couldn't do it if I didn't fight, so I drew two signatures on his back and thought, "Don't hurt the child." However, there was a rush of anger: "If you don't fight!" I drew two more signatures on his thigh. I asked, "Do you still take mom's money?" The son said, "No."

watching my son admit his mistake, I stopped punishing him and let him stand up. In a short time, my son, like a man who is fine, jumped and played.

I couldn't cook because of the power failure, so I bought a bowl of potato powder for my son. My son saw that I didn't buy it for myself. He divided the potato flour into two parts and gave me one. "Mom, you eat it, too." I said, "Mom is not hungry, you can eat." The son said, "How can you not be hungry? If you don't eat, I won't eat." So I took the bowl and ate it with my son.

In the dead of night, I looked at my son who was sleeping soundly, and gently stroked the red mark on his body with my hand, and my tears flowed out. Composition 2

When I became a mother, I deeply realized the greatness of maternal love, and then I could better understand my mother's love for myself. When I was sick when I was a child, I saw my mother running around in a hurry, and I felt a little secretly pleased. I took the opportunity to ask my mother for something that my mother was not willing to buy at ordinary times, and every time I was sick, my demands could always be met. Now that I am a mother, I really realize my mother's anxious heart when the child is sick. Although the child is sick, my mother's heart is more painful and anxious than the child. . . . . .

A few days ago, my son was ill, and suddenly he vomited and pulled again without warning. At three o'clock in the night, my son pulled for the first time. After he felt his stomach upset, he called out to his mother. I pulled Baba, and I quickly jumped up to help him, but it was too late. My son couldn't control his diarrhea and pulled him to bed. Hearing my son's loose bowels, my brain turned rapidly, and I carefully thought about what my son ate during the day. Except that the watermelon he ate was a little ripe, I never ate anything unsanitary again. After my son finished pulling, I coaxed him to sleep for a while. I got up to wash the sheets and clean the dirty things on the floor. After cleaning up, I couldn't sleep any more. I kept praying when I looked at my son's little face. Don't let my son pull up his stomach. God bless my son tomorrow morning.

The next morning, my son didn't want to eat, and he kept asking me to hold him. I made breakfast and watched my husband eat very well, but I had no appetite at all. I coaxed my son into drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge. In order to make him drink more, I lied to him that I had drunk it all and didn't leave it for him. My son barely took a few mouthfuls, but I only took a few mouthfuls when I lied to him. Soon my son took the rice he had just drunk. Although I didn't eat, I still burped. Hey, my stomach is like communicating with my son's stomach.

My son didn't eat for a day, and so did I. I didn't eat for a day. I really didn't have an appetite. I didn't feel hungry at all without eating, but I felt listless. My whole person was limp and my spirit was close to the brink of collapse. I have been wondering whether I should go to the hospital. Later, I called my mother and found the root of the disease. It turned out that my son vomited and pulled again this time, and the symptoms were the same as when I was a child. Later, my mother cured her son with an indigenous method.

after sleeping all afternoon, the first thing my son said when he woke up was, mom, eat. I was so happy that I brought a bowl of porridge that I had been cooking for a long time. My son drank a bowl in a few mouthfuls. My mood was suddenly enlightened, my appetite was improved, and I felt hungry. In this way, my mother and I drank half a pot of rice upside down after a while.

Now I spend every day with my son, eating, sleeping and playing. Oh, I feel that my spirit and body are all closely connected with him. I just eat his body. When he is sick, I suddenly panic, and my whole spirit collapses. Now I really understand that sentence, I am sick in my son's body and hurt in my mother's heart! ! !