Mom, please don't send me back to my hometown. (A must-see for second-child families)

Childhood fragments-mom! Please don't send me back to my hometown

1. Mom, why don't you want me?

A friend is pregnant with a second child, and it is not easy for husband and wife to work hard in a big city. Considering the busy months before and after giving birth to the second child, and the little old man coming home, it is really impossible. I want to send the boss who is under three years old back to my hometown for a few months, wait until the second child is born safely, and then take him back a few months later. My friend thinks this is the best way she can think of at present. It only takes a few months, so I don't think it will have much impact on the children.

As soon as I heard it, I was suddenly excited and blurted out: No! Never send the child back!

I even said with some excitement: Has the child ever seen grandma before? Have you ever been back to your hometown? Are you close to grandma? Never let your child feel abandoned!

My friends don't know I'm so excited because I remember things long ago. I started to remember things when I was two years old and seven months old, because I was eight months older than my sister. When I was two years old and seven months old, my mother sent me back to my grandmother's house, and I never went back.

I remember it very clearly. I have never met my grandmother and my third aunt before. A few days after they came to my house, my mother said that my grandmother and my third aunt would take me out to play. When my mother took us to the bus stop, she suddenly gave me a dollar. I recognized the number 10. My mother said it was 10 yuan and asked me to put it in my pocket and let my third aunt buy me something to eat.

At that time 10 yuan was a great unity and a lot of money. Although I have no idea about money, I still feel a little uneasy when I look at my mother. I started holding her and crying. My mother coaxed me into saying that she would cook for me at home, play with my grandmother and eat at night. She should be a good baby and be obedient.

I obediently followed my third aunt on the bus and then got on the train. I knew something was wrong as soon as I got on the train. Don't think that children don't know anything at a young age. Because it is small, it is the most sensitive to the environment. I know, I can't go home. There are so many people on the train that I am afraid. I'm afraid grandma and my third aunt will leave me on the train, so that I will never see my parents again. Third aunt was still young and unmarried, and told me not to run around. I just sit quietly. Give me something and I'll eat. I won't cry or make trouble. Actually, I'm scared to death. I dare not cry or make trouble. I'm afraid they'll get angry and leave me alone. I'll never see my mother again!

After a long train ride, I arrived in the village when it was dark. Grandma said she had arrived home. At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and the lights were on at night. It's dark, it's dark, and there are a bunch of aunts and uncles, and I don't know any of them. For the first time, I drank thick corn porridge under the lamp. I feel so hard and chewy that I want to cry. Fourth aunt said, little girl in the city, I can't go back now.

I immediately took a big bowl and drank it. I still remember the feeling: I know this is not home, and no one will protect me, otherwise I can't live. Although I was only over two years old, that was how I felt at that time.

During my stay at my grandmother's house, everyone was very kind to me. Even the people in the village liked me very much and were very kind to me. They say I am sensible, obedient, easy to bring and easy to coax. Don't cry or make trouble, but no one knows that there will be sadness in the child's heart.

I miss my mother, but I dare not say or ask. Once, there was a wedding in the village, and the trick was enlarged. The whole village went to see it, and the whole family took me. I was sleepy after watching it for a while, so my grandmother asked my fifth aunt to send me back to sleep. When I fell asleep, my playful aunt locked the door and went to the theatre. But I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to drink water. It's getting dark, and no one agrees. I'm afraid to cry. I called my grandmother, my second uncle and my third aunt. I called all my names, but no one paid attention to me. I want to get out of bed, but I can't push the door open. I was in tears, afraid and angry that they didn't want me! They don't care about me! They went to the theatre and left me here alone! If it were my mother, she would never do this to me! No, my mother, she certainly doesn't like me. She doesn't want me. Send me here!

The more I cry, the sadder I feel. The louder I cry, the more scared I am. Finally, I lost my voice. I don't remember how long I cried. Later, my neighbor passed by and heard me cry. They ran to call my grandma. They came back soon and saw me sitting on the ground barefoot, crying my head off. The first time they heard me crying for my mother.

When I woke up the next morning, I chased my third aunt for the ten dollars my mother gave me. On the train, my grandmother and I were afraid that I would lose it, so we took it away and kept it. No matter how they teased me and scared me that day, I didn't listen or eat. I just want the ten dollars my mother gave me.

Until I got married a few years ago, they all laughed at me and said that I was smart since I was a child and knew how to protect things. But the adults didn't know that after that night, I decided that my mother didn't want me, and I would never see my mother again. My mother doesn't like me. But my mother also gave me ten yuan to buy delicious food. That's proof that my mother likes me. If I lose it, my mother will not like me. I run in the fields every day. They are afraid that I will lose money, and of course they won't give it to me. This has become a problem for me. As long as I miss my mother, I will chase them for the ten dollars my mother gave me! In my childhood, it was the last thing my mother gave me, the proof of love, and the only thing with maternal love. It's really hard to remember!

Second, I finally went home, and everything was different, as if I were redundant.

During my stay at my grandmother's house, my grandmother once took me to the fourth aunt's house in the county. I met a little girl in the yard. We had a good time. She said that she would be good friends with me, and I like her very much, but she said that she would be good friends with me. I sighed, yes, I will sigh for a long time at the age of three. I told her that I can't be your good friend, and my home is too far away from yours. The little girl said that she knew the farthest place was grandma's house, especially in the countryside here. I let out a long sigh and said that it would take a long time for my family to get there by train. Maybe soon, my mother will pick me up and I will leave here, so we can't be good friends.

How long did I stay at grandma's house? This matter is an unsolved case. I remember a long time, at least one autumn and one winter, or even longer. But my mother insisted that it was only over three months. It's too long to prove it. Maybe it's not a long time, but for a young child, every day away from his mother is long.

When I gave up hope, I finally returned home, left home in a daze, and returned home inexplicably. Why did you send me away and why did you send me back? Nobody told me.

I just remember that my mother came out to meet me, and I was a little strange. I opened my mouth to call my mother, but I couldn't, as if something was stuck there. My mother later recalled that I became a black and thin rural girl, and even my accent became a rural local accent. She wanted to hug me, and I froze and dodged, but I still remembered the furnishings at home and asked her why there was a bed missing. Where's my shit? But that sentence, mom, was barely uttered after a long meeting and several eloquences. My mother said that her eyes were red at that time.

My memory is that I came back with lice on my head this time. It took my mother a long time to clean it up for me. On the bed where I slept, there was a chubby little man with little arms and legs kicking around. It looks really interesting. My mother said that this is my sister, and I will be my sister in the future. I should know how to take care of my sister. Looking at my mother holding my sister, I don't need anyone to tell me. When I was three years old, I also understood why I was sent away.

In my future memory, my sister is easy to get sick, but she looks really beautiful, just like a doll. I like her very much. Mom is very busy at work, and she has to do housework and take care of her sister when she comes back. Sometimes when I see her holding her sister, I want to go to her arms, but I always dare not. Finally, once, I got up the courage to get close to her, but that time she was annoyed and said, go, go, don't look at me busy. Go play first, stop it. After several times, I never let her hug me again.

It's a long way to go home from two to thirty.

Is mom good to me? She never laid a finger on me and took good care of her life. How did this experience affect me? I grew up very, very sensible. I have never betrayed my mother. I am afraid that she doesn't love me. I'm afraid she will send me somewhere again.

I love my sister very much. I like to take care of her and protect her. I always say, my sister wants this, but my sister doesn't like it. You can't touch her. This belongs to my sister. You are not allowed to take it. However, one day my aunt asked me to forget my sister. What do you want? I suddenly panicked, avoided answering, and felt so sad that I wanted to cry.

When I grow up, I am happy when my mother is happy, and I am happy when my sister is happy. I reason with my mother, but I am not intimate. I am independent and mature, but I am very resistant to physical contact. I hate people touching me. Until I met Liu Tongxue.

Teacher Wu Zhihong said that every love is a process for inner children to find their ideal parents, and it is also an opportunity to heal themselves. I didn't know how insecure I was before. The inner child has been wandering outside, eager to go home.

I remember saying at the wedding that as the eldest daughter of my family, especially after my father died, I put the feelings of my mother and sister first and never neglected myself. I thought I could be strong enough to fight against the whole world, but I forgot that I was also a child, and I needed to be taken care of and spoiled. Thanks to such a person, I can take off my armor, stop trying to be brave, accept my imperfections and weakness, cry if I want to, and laugh happily.

That day, I cried and hugged my mother. From the age of two to 30, the road to go home is so long. After all kinds of experiences, the frightened and helpless child finally returned home.

Now, watching my son cry sometimes makes me happy and funny. Son, you are much braver than your mother! Mom didn't even have the courage to cry. I just hope you are a pure child. You should be crying. You don't need to be sensible too early. I will grow up with you.

If you plan to have a second child, please try to keep Dabao with you. If not, please try your best to do a good job in children's psychological construction and don't let them feel abandoned. That kind of feeling will produce stings and thorns, trap him, torture him, make him feel inferior, make him timid, make him frustrated and make him unable to be himself.

Now that you have a child, you should try your best to love him.