Son, you asked me about the meaning of living.

"Mom, what do you mean when people are alive?"

I was brushing my teeth in the mirror, and my mouth was full of foam. When I heard this cold sentence, I stopped my toothbrush.

You are taking a bath. There is only a glass between us, and the bath water is rushing, but I still hear your question clearly.

how can I answer this question when facing a child who is less than 9 years old? This delicate and sensitive child has asked this question more than once recently. The meaning of living? Although I tried to explore the answer to this question in several articles, I was still in a fog in the end.

This 8-year-old child has to get to the bottom of a problem that a person who has lived for more than 3 years still can't deeply understand, or how many adults still can't find the answer. As a mother, I think I have to give him an answer. Out of maternal instinct, I know my answer must be able to guide him to love life.

The bath water is still rushing. The impatient child didn't urge me to answer quickly after asking, which just left me time to think. After brushing my teeth, I was rubbing moisturizer in front of the mirror and slapping my face so that my skin could absorb this nutrition well, while thinking quickly about the meaning of living in my mind.

When I finished washing, the child came out wrapped in a gray and white bath towel, with wet hair dripping, big eyes and small face. At that moment, I felt that he was very much like an animal I had seen-Liao. So cute and naive, and so sensitive. This little boy has just come out of my stomach for a short time. How can he think about such a heavy problem?

"son, tell mom why you want to ask this question again?"

"I just feel a little stressed and tired." The boy was a little shy when he said this, as if he felt that he should not say it.

I remember when I was in primary school. At that time, my children's state was much more relaxed than today's children. I never did my homework in primary school. When I got home, I either picked up my basket and went to the wild with my friends to cut grass and feed pigs and sheep, or a group of children ran wildly, which was just fun anyway.

only once, I was chosen by the teacher to take part in the competition in the county town, and I was the only one in the whole school. "You are the only one in the whole school. You must do well to win glory for our school." The teacher solemnly told me. I feel like I'm blocked by something. I'm afraid I'll lose face to the school if I don't do well in the exam. Now that I think about it, it's something called stress.

when I got home, I cried when I saw my father knitting a basket. Dad smiled and said, "I thought it was a big deal. Isn't it just a test?" My niece can still fail in the exam, and there is nothing to cry about. Look at this! " Although my father is smiling, words are a kind of trust and encouragement, but what I can feel is deeper pressure and incomprehension. Adults always think that children are carefree, and they are worried about eating and drinking.

In fact, people have their own worries at every stage of their growth, but with the growth and polishing of years, the former worries are not worth mentioning in front of the new worries, so adults often think that children's worries are "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they are forced to say that they are worried about adding new words."

I know the pressure on my little boy is real. Children nowadays are all growing up under pressure.

"Baby, mom tells you a story about how you came into this world. At that time, there were thousands of small lives competing with you. Whoever crossed the barriers first to reach the finish line won. The prize was to come to this colorful and beautiful world and meet mom and dad. At that time, strong and brave, you went shopping all the way, crushed thousands of troops and became a champion. So, you came into this world and became our son. Look how powerful you are! How difficult it is to have the opportunity to come into this world and live! We should cherish it! "

"haha, mom, I am so powerful! Thousands of lives have been crushed by me? "

"Of course, the competition is fierce! You won anyway. Therefore, it is really something to be proud of that people can have life. As for why people should live and live, in fact, my mother didn't think clearly. "

At the moment, I am leaning against the sink, and the boy is sitting on the bench, getting dressed and listening to me telling such a magical story with wide eyes.

"Being alive is an instinct. If you have to say meaning, everyone pursues different things. Some people want to help the world, some people want to make contributions, some people want to travel around the world, and some people just want to live a peaceful and plain life in their small homes all their lives, just like their mothers. Because everyone has a different understanding of the meaning of life, they will choose different lives. "

the little boy's hair is so black and soft! Everything that has not been eroded by the wind and frost of the years is so pure and beautiful. When the boy got dressed, I began to blow his hair. The soft hair was soft and messy under the warm wind, and I actually thought of the word "chic".

"mom, you are quick to say! Why don't you say it? "

"The sound of the hair dryer is too loud! Disturb my mother's thinking, and then talk after blowing. "

The boy leaned against the doorframe and wore a light blue sweater, with clear eyes waiting for me to continue.

"As for the stress you mentioned, everyone has it. There will be colorful experiences in life, including hate, love, pressure, happiness, expectation, disappointment, frustration, excitement, failure and success ... It is in such a variety of state alternation that people grow up slowly, and those bad experiences are painful at that time, but they are all growth ladders, and people will become stronger step by step. Baby, do you understand? "

The boy took my hand and walked to the bedroom, and answered loudly, "I get it.".

outside the bedroom window, there was lightning and thunder, and it was raining cats and dogs.

"Son, when I was a child, I was most afraid of such heavy rain. When it rained heavily, the house leaked, and the water just dripped on my bedside. At that time, I wished I could have a house that didn't leak when it rained. When I was a child, I could have a new dress to wear, and I was very happy and satisfied when I could eat a meal of meat. I never thought about the meaning of living. " Mr. Wang stood by the bed and said to the boy who had climbed into bed and read the comic version of Detective Conan.

The boy is dubious. He can't imagine what it's like to live in a leaky room.

thirty years ago, although our generation was poor in material things and lacked food and clothing in childhood, our hearts were light, happy and simple, and we didn't think about the meaning of life. In the era of material poverty, people are mostly thinking about practical difficulties, not spiritual puzzles.

and this generation, 1 years later, an 8-year-old child has already tortured the meaning of life. As for what kind of answer he can give, let him explore slowly in the alternation of light and shade of time.