My son is my mother's little lover-the kindest lie I've ever heard in my life.

/kloc-Valentine's Day, which just passed in February of 0/4, originated from a sad story and has nothing to do with love. Somehow, it was created as Valentine's Day by Chinese and foreign people.

On this day, countless couples have made waves of unrest, holding back big moves to surprise their sweetheart to show their loyalty. They also lost no time to show their love in the circle of friends, sprinkle dog food and completely ignore it. Many single dog gnashed her teeth at the back of her mobile phone or cried alone, secretly feeling sad.

For middle-aged and elderly couples who have overcome the itch for more than N years and look at their partners every day as if they were looking at their right hands with their left hands, the trick of showing love has been disdained. Whether it is God's will or man-made, the focus of life has long been tilted, and the object of love has quietly shifted from the moment the child was born.

The internet has long been full of such words, and the daughter is the little lover of her father's last life. The one who gave birth to a son is unwilling to admit that his son is his mother's little lover.

If I go back to my babbling and innocent childhood, it is ok to deceive myself with the words "little lover" occasionally. After all, children with yellow hair are unformed, just like clay sculpture products, they can be shaped by their parents.

However, in the eyes of the old mother who has adolescence at home, this is completely self-satisfaction of being a mother. What little lover? Wake up. It doesn't exist. Don't believe it? Two dollars, let's talk.

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When I first came to Vancouver, my son was less than ten years old. A stranger, this bold and confident little man in China was bound by his hands at first. Wherever he went, he held his mother's hand tightly, and his eyes showed fear and vigilance against strange environment.

My mother, who has always been a bad COP in China, feels glad. God finally gave me a chance to make up for the affection I owed in the past with the rest of my life, so I thought of various ways to comfort my son and made up my mind to be a kind model mother and let him feel the warmth like spring.

On the one hand, she is weak and helpless, on the other hand, she is full of ambition, so her mother is kind and filial, and life goes on quietly.

Upside down, my son grew up with the wind. Driven by subjective initiative, under the careful guidance of teachers and the mutual help of classmates, English has made great progress.

When I first arrived here, I went to the streets together, listening to my mother speak fluent Chinglish to negotiate with foreigners, and my son, who had just reached the shoulder, showed a little admiration. In less than a year, my son has been reluctant to speak Chinese with his mother at home, and he has to abandon his mother's accent from time to time and correct it.

Later, I often looked at my mother's mud and couldn't help the wall, even saving the effort to correct it. I was so scared that mother and son could only fight back in Chinese. If you don't like me, I won't give you this chance to find fault. I will communicate with you in my mother tongue to see who can match who.

There is no love, only disgust. Are you sure this is a lover?

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At the same time, what the old mother didn't expect was that under the influence of capitalist values of freedom, equality, independence and self-love, her son's ideology also matured rapidly.

Local compulsory education lasts for 7-5 years, 7 years in primary school and 5 years in middle school. There is no difference between junior high school and high school. During the long primary school study, there were no serious textbooks, and every time I went to school, my little schoolbag looked pathetic. No homework, free flight at 3 pm.

What do you study at school? If you have plenty of time, give your child an adolescent education class.

The first half of the above is true what my mother saw, and the second half is inferred by my mother's own growth experience.

Of course, it is not completely unfounded. The school will still inform parents what classes to attend, although the son always loses these notices intentionally or unintentionally.

Then one day in the sixth grade, my son came home and his expression became very strange. Then I went shopping, and my son suddenly stopped holding hands and wanted to go by himself. The old mother has experienced it, and her heart is like a mirror. What a pity! This is a physical health class. She knows the difference between men and women.

Up to now, the old mother has no way to know what fallacies and heresies the teacher output in that class, which makes her son so vigilant and makes her seem to be an enemy of her mother. Anyway, from now on, between mother and son, holding hands has become a swan song and hug, which should be called a miracle.

Excuse me, which couple get along like this?

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In a blink of an eye, I came to high school, and my son has surpassed my mother. When mother and son talk, it is the old mother who needs to look up. In fact, from all aspects, the son's "strength" can not be underestimated.

There are elective courses in high school, and my son took a food class without hesitation. Whenever he has the chance, he often tinkers at home alone, but when there is no one at home. Only from the clues left by the old mother on the stove can we guess that she is probably doing food experiments again.

It's a pity that I haven't tasted the food cooked by my son. Shouldn't lovers bless and share?

Studying in local high schools is a credit system, and students choose their own courses. As long as the ability and time permit, the lower grades can also choose the courses of the upper grades.

My son thinks of me everywhere and never lets my old mother worry about choosing courses. Even he was deprived of the qualification to care, and the secrecy work was done quite well.

It is often necessary to wait until the school holds a "meet the teacher" parent-teacher meeting, and the old mother will know which classes her son has chosen, or barely know, because the final course selection form needs the guardian's signature. However, by that time, what is done is done, and the old mother missed the opportunity to enter politics in vain.

As mentioned earlier, Canada 14 years old can legally work. Several friends of my son started working in McDonald's and grocery stores very early, which made him envious and actively looked for job opportunities.

Starting from helping in the school coffee shop, I gradually transitioned to the back kitchen helper in the off-campus Chinese restaurant. His son's pace to work is getting bigger and bigger, and his pocket money is getting more and more.

I don't panic when I have food in my hand. Gradually, all his daily necessities are handled by himself, from exclusive toiletries to clothes, shoes and socks. He is like a mature and independent adult who wants to move in minutes.

On holidays, the old mother's party, my son is not in the mood to attend, so much. Christmas, my son and classmates celebrate together. During the Spring Festival in China, my son was busy with club activities. The intersection between mother and son has become less and less.

Seeing that there was no occasion for light and fever, the old mother had no choice but to accept the reality and became a part-time worker and driver. In the foreseeable future, after the son gets the driver's license, I'm afraid the old mother won't even have a chance to play this residual heat.

I want to ask, where can I find such a reassuring little lover who is drifting away?

So, there are high school students at home, who dares to argue that the son is the mother's little lover? Hehe, this is really the most white lie I have ever heard in my life. Thank god, not the enemy.

The old mother is strong, but she doesn't cry. It is not her mother who can recognize the facts. Baby bumps raised with time and hard work, even if there is a lover's knot, are unwilling in every way, and sooner or later they will be handed over to other women to be worthy of the name.

In this world, thousands of old mothers in Qian Qian are like this, so you must overcome it.