Women would rather grow old gracefully than stay young sloppily.

Before giving birth to my second child, I was a proper working woman.

The standard outfit for every day is: 10cm high heels, elegant business attire, exquisite makeup, a face full of confidence and arrogance, a graceful manner when walking, and a vigorous and resolute manner in doing things. .

I once encountered unkempt middle-aged women in supermarkets and breakfast shops, wearing oil-stained pajamas and slippers, with sallow faces, bloodless lips, and haggard and confused faces... ,,

At that time, I particularly despised this group of slovenly middle-aged women who did not pay attention to their appearance and appearance.

I also secretly swore that no matter what, I would never live like them and give up on themselves.

At that time, I also thought that there were only lazy women in the world, not ugly women.

The so-called yellow-faced women and middle-aged sloppy aunts are not because they are born ugly, but because they are too lazy to give up on themselves.

Until one day, after I gave birth to my second child, reality completely verified that my assumptions were not entirely correct.

Maybe some people are really lazy, but some women really have no time or energy to take care of themselves.

For example, after giving birth to my second child, I, a person who pays so much attention to appearance, ended up living in the slovenly and slovenly way I once hated.

I'm not lazy, but I really don't have time and can't care.

First of all, I did not marry a rich husband. I did all the housework including the children by myself, and I had enough food and clothing.

Secondly, I don’t have a satisfactory helper who can lend a helping hand to me and help me in my life. All housework and children are done by myself.

Therefore, half of a woman’s ugliness is laziness and inability to take care of it; half is that she is too busy to take care of it.

In the days after giving birth to my second child, my daily life was like a war, literally.

I wake up at around five o'clock every day as scheduled.

After washing, we started preparing breakfast and then cleaning.

Dabao will be asked to get up at around six o'clock, have breakfast and prepare to go to school.

During this period, I also had to take care of the second baby’s clothing and meals. After the three of us, mother and son, had breakfast, I held the second baby in my arms and sent the eldest baby to school.

After delivering Dabao, it was my free time with Erbao.

Sometimes I take my second baby out for a walk, or I come home to wash clothes and cook.

This is probably all the busyness of a housewife. It is very trivial, but it seems that it will never be finished.

Moreover, what is more important is that I have no performance, especially in the eyes of outsiders, I am just an idler who does not work, and I am very happy and leisurely.

It looks comfortable and sounds pleasant, but in fact it is the bleakest and most miserable day in a woman’s life.

Perhaps, there are really comfortable housewives. I think they are probably wealthy or wealthy housewives, but I am not in this category at all.

While my husband was working away from home, I was dragging two children with one hand, one in my arms, and another behind me. When the neighbors upstairs and downstairs saw my busy figure, they always praised me: You are so capable, you are really capable!

Faced with their expressions of sympathy, pity or admiration, I always responded with a shallow smile: It’s nothing, I’m used to taking care of my children without going to work. Bills worth millions have been signed at work, not to mention these two little boys, it's easy to win over them.

Having said that, most of these high-sounding words are also meant for those well-meaning people.

People who have not experienced the pain and joy of raising children cannot understand the pain and sorrow involved, but those who understand need not say much.

After these years of raising children, I have cried, been tired, roared, and collapsed.

But I believe that a child who grows up with maternal love will definitely have no shortage of love in his childhood.

I have seen the hustle and bustle of the world, and experienced the loneliness and desertion of the world.

I finally understand: when you are down, there will always be more people who laugh at you than people who sincerely help you.

Being busy prevents me from seeing my true self. I am no longer the capable and capable woman who was racing in the workplace yesterday.

I was driving slowly on a spiritual path. While cultivating my children, I was also cultivating myself.

Elegance is a kind of temperament, a style, and a kind of indifferent beauty.

Women need to be quiet and elegant;

An elegant person’s heart is calm and calm.

I also want to live every day gracefully, but I don’t have enough energy and limited time.

I once saw an article about an elderly French model. On her face, which has been through many vicissitudes of life in her sixties and seventies, in addition to the wrinkles engraved by the years, there is more of an elegant atmosphere that permeates from the bones.

Beauty is old, but time has never destroyed the elegance in her bones. Even her wrinkles are charming.

This is the indelible spirit of a person, regardless of age.

Perhaps when I was young, it was not an exaggeration to describe me as extremely youthful.

Because as long as a beauty ages gracefully, she will always shine in her life. That kind of brilliance is not disguised, nor can it be polished in a moment.

She withstood the vicissitudes of life until the end of her life.

Therefore, a woman’s elegance is worth practicing throughout her life.

That is the best reward for yourself, regardless of beauty or ugliness.

Women are like flowers, just like the nobility and elegance that comes easily, blooming in the camellia petals of simple earrings.

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