I want to talk to you nicely

I haven’t seen you for a few days, but your eyes are full of confidence and a bit smart, and your small face looks even more delicate.

I secretly rejoice that although I have a lot of worries about your studies, chattering all day long will only add to your worries, but it will not do much, so I will simply keep silent.

Deliberately avoid it, or blurt out inadvertently, such as "There is not much time, you have to go all out", "With your current grades, you can't get into the undergraduate university", etc. It's really three words that are inseparable from the profession.

You are not surprised and have a calm expression.

At dinner, you told me that you found a lot of happiness now and asked me not to worry too much. Next, you started talking, and it turned out that your happiness was listening to music while doing homework. I don't really agree with your approach, but I don't deny it out of hand. Before, no matter what you said, I would object immediately.

I have always denied you. I thought being a strict and demanding parent would help you grow better. Unexpectedly, this hurts you deeply.

You said that once in junior high school, the head teacher Hong Enbing called me and asked if you would bring extracurricular books to school. At that time, I was skeptical and did not directly deny the teacher’s inquiry. But the fact is, you didn’t bring this book with you.

I simply forgot about this in my memory, but you said, you will never forget, my suspicion of you, my distrust of you, no matter what I do, I deny you. , thinking the worst about you.

You are right. Ever since I was a child, I have never fully recognized you and have always denied you. No matter what you do, my first reaction is that the bad things are all about you, and the good things are all about you. Other people’s children.

I thought you, a young child, would not be able to detect my words and demeanor. Sometimes I hate that iron cannot become steel, but I ignore how little you can shoulder my heavy hopes and sustenance.

Since you were a child, no one liked you from the bottom of my heart. At that time, you were young and stubborn. You dared not express your complaints against your father, and your long-term repression often vented itself on you. On the body. You are almost my punching bag and outlet for my emotions. At the same time, you also bear too many hopes for me.

I don’t know how seriously my hysteria affects you

You have always been silent. It was rare that you spoke freely at the dinner table, but I stopped you in time and denied it. , you simply remain silent. I spend more time hiding in a small room and looking for comfort on the Internet.

As you grow up, you live away from home and live in school. You come home once a week, and you don’t receive too much enthusiasm from me. When you get home, you have to retreat into your own world as always and refuse to communicate with me or the outside world.

Sometimes I want to talk to you, but the conversation is rarely happy and reaches an impasse after a few words. Your eyes are stubborn and confused. At this moment, I am worried.

I tried to get close to you, open my heart and talk to you. You accepted my sincerity and talked with me about study, campus life and friendship between classmates. I know that you have really grown up and have your own ideas. I can no longer suppress you in the same way as before.

This time, I have only been away from home for a few days, and I can clearly feel the changes in you. Your calm expression has become more confident, although your studies are still not satisfactory.

I have decided that no matter what your future results are, I will tolerate you, understand you, communicate well with you, and strive to be a mother worthy of your trust.