A mother's monologue, can a child with this literary disease heal himself?

There has always been a saying on the internet that hits people's hearts directly: the illness of young women in literature and art will heal themselves all their lives.

I believe that many women who have suffered from literary cancer for many years are well aware of the harm this disease does to themselves and do not eat human fireworks.

In order to write, they can hide in the boudoir for a long time or cross mountains and rivers. They can be passionate or deeply selfless about what they love. For the idealization of life, they can stubbornly guard their beliefs regardless of other people's eyes, or refuse to communicate with the same person because they are not understood. ...

To put it mildly, they are selfish and stubborn, and insisting on anything that goes against their own literary feelings will take a detour.

Until one day, their flesh and blood came to the earth, closely linked with their lives …

Well, the lifestyle and attitude towards life have suddenly changed.

Take me for example.

When you are unmarried, it is called affectation. If you are happy, you should read, drink coffee and write; if you are unhappy, you should travel, go shopping and buy books. Always ask yourself that your life is dynamic and static.

My mother sometimes looks at me with a happy smirk and never forgets to say two disappointing words: "Now, I'm busy with you. I'll do whatever I want and put it on when I have a child."

I don't think so. New era, new society, new women, there is no saying that they are bound by children. My children and I must be relatively independent individuals, and I have my own life. Before taking care of the children, I must lead a wonderful life.

Do you still remember many women being asked at their wedding scenes: Are they raw? Young women in literature and art will also be presumptuous: start a football team ... the more the better.

Come on, what are you afraid of?

I think, when we are in our forties, we will be winners in life. We have a handsome son in our left hand and a charming daughter in our right hand. She has inherited the peak value of our father and us.

But the child arrived as scheduled, you were dumbfounded, and I was confused. Where was this God of War sent? That's brilliant.

The girl who didn't wear makeup, go out, wash her hair and get up before couldn't sleep well all night. She washed and brushed her face, so she had time to catch up on sleep. You don't know what the baby will do next second, forcing you to tell stories while dancing.

Believe it or not, every mother has hurried through the years!

I am no exception. No one was allowed to touch my baby from the beginning. I cooked all the meals myself. After three days, I called my grandmother to give me a hand. I miss the free era of being single.

Sometimes it's especially tiring, just like simply leaving the children to the elderly, and going out to travel willfully and working hard slowly.

However, I have thought about it a thousand times, and my feet can't escape a small step.

I am a mother, and this little guy around me is eagerly watching me give up some emotional things in my life, such as freedom, such as willfulness, and even hobbies ... (I don't have time to write).

Six months after I gave birth to my son, the most worrying thing happened in history.

That day, my son fell in my arms and happily sipped his milk, as if something was wrong. He looked up, looked at me ingratiatingly, smiled twice and looked at me affectionately, so he was very happy to meet again. ...

"Snapping" bite, as if still didn't eat, looked up at me in surprise, and then unwilling to bury his head and eat, still didn't eat.

He doesn't believe me. He looked up at me and slurred a few words, as if to say, "Mom, I'm hungry, please open the door to get milk ..." Now my eyes are blurred with tears ... Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and there's nothing my mother can do.

My son ate hard for the last time and found that there was really no milk, so he cried with a "wow". The crying of milk stuck in my heart like a knife, and I couldn't bear it. I also cried with a "wow".

Grandma rushed over and immediately understood that my milk was not good, but she didn't know that the day when I was completely out of milk came so quickly.

Then there are all kinds of comforts and all kinds of ways to find out. However, thousands of reasons can't convince me of peace of mind. Milk is the first food that can give the baby food, clothing and security when he comes to this world, but I can't provide it.

That day, I almost didn't sleep all night.

Other children need their mothers to die painfully when they are weaned, so mine will be gone naturally. Other children can go home and sip breast milk at any time according to their mood in kindergarten, while my children may have nothing to eat if they don't remember their nipples.

Husband said, what's the big deal? There is milk powder. In addition, don't drink milk and get back in shape early.

I really want to kick him out of bed. My son has no breast milk. What do I need to exercise for? !

I looked at my son's tearful face and felt guilty. Why don't I have any milk? How can I be a beautiful and useless mother?

……

If you can't be a mother, what figure do you need? !

After that, I began to seriously consider being a good mother, and everything was sidelined so that the children could grow up healthily.

One day, when I looked back, Grandma Bao was still in the living room, kitchen and bathroom, busy day and night, sweating profusely, and still remembered Doby's son.

I see.

Damn it, this is my future. That sentence has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is more effective than the imperial edict, and it is still worn.

When a girl becomes a mother, no matter how much she doesn't want to cook with her own hands one second, she always rolls up her sleeves and goes to the kitchen anxiously the next.

Of course, women who have written articles can also understand the tricky nature of food. They think that their baby is an angel, and only all kinds of delicious food will be placed in front of them.

The apron smells of oil smoke, which is nothing at all. Their heart that once insisted on going all out for their dreams has long been melted into a hard stone by their own cute baby, so where does it stay …

What movies to watch, what clothes to wear to travel, what articles to write, hey, hey, your child has peed, hurry up and tidy up …

Some people say that the most difficult creature in the world is a pregnant woman, and the most difficult thing is a woman who has just given birth to a baby. This is absolutely true.

Who made them lose the romantic feelings of those girls who are ashamed of flowers, full of romantic feelings and slow to read and swim?

There really is no one.

From the moment we became mothers, we rolled up our sleeves and went down to the kitchen, waded through the mire and struggled with trivial life, and ran around to build a strong backing for our children. This is our conscious willingness and no regrets!

Every mother shuttles through the best love in the world.

They hold life with their own blood, and their whole hearts are blooming. You see, the sky is so blue and the flowers are so beautiful.

Life is a little ordinary and awkward. What are you afraid of ...

When those female compatriots who are not mothers are still struggling with colds and boyfriends, even if they don't send text messages telling them to drink more water, they still hate many drawbacks of this era and are still taking selfies and sending friends at the risk of being blocked by friends.

Mothers smiled indifferently.

If you have a cold, please take medicine to get better. Your child needs a strong mother.

What do you dislike about this society? Don't write anodyne comments. Go home and cook a pot of chicken soup for your child and give him confidence. The world is warm and trustworthy.

Don't take selfies when you are free. Buy a pen and let the little painter at home draw his mother. He will always paint you as the most beautiful person.

Time flies, life becomes more and more real, romantic ideals and unrestrained withdrawal make them more clearly touch the essence of femininity and feel that they are made of water.

Calm down and think about it. After giving birth to a baby, the style of writing is really not as good as that of hot mom.

Because, ah, mothers all over the world are always happy and happy to wash their hands and make soup.

"You see, my big boy eats so delicious. Look, how beautiful my baby daughter is. "

So, novice mothers, wait for someone to say, hey, this girl, your feelings are gone …

Just say, uh-huh, well, only in this way can I maintain my instinct and integrity as a mother.

It's good to have you here, son. I am less self, but more happy.