Return from military training

At the weekend, my son's five-day military training ended, and I went to pick him up. I haven't seen him for five whole days. This is the first time he has been away from home alone for so long, and we haven't made a phone call during this time. All the news about him came from the teacher's WeChat group, saying that he didn't miss him at all. Of course it's fake.

On the day after school, I took my two sisters and set off early in the morning. I drove for more than an hour and arrived at the classroom nearly two hours early. He is still in class, and we are waiting in the corridor. He is dark and seems to be very strong, sitting in the last row, listening to the teacher carefully and sometimes taking notes, completely unaffected by the parents standing outside the window. In fact, I really hope that he can be distracted, look out the window, find his mother at that moment, and then look surprised. However, from beginning to end, he didn't look out of the window. I haven't seen him for five days. Why do you think he is a different person?

He suddenly raised his hand and talked to the teacher, then rushed out of the classroom and went straight to the toilet. Oh, it turned out to be urgent. My sister and I quickly followed him and waited at the door of the toilet. He can see us at a glance when he comes out. I wonder if I will give my mother a hug after such a long time. I remembered that when he was 2 years old and went to kindergarten, I went to pick him up on the first day after school. When he saw me, he ran over and hugged me and shouted "Mommy" and began to cry. . .

It feels like he waited a long time to come out of the toilet. Seeing us, he looked calm and said lightly, Oh, you are here? I want to talk to him more. He said, I have to go back to class! Run back to the classroom while talking. Since I sent him to school, I have been flaunting that I am different from other parents. Other parents said in the group how lost their children were after leaving home, and I didn't seem to be lost at all. Because when I think that my child has finally gone out to study, I am liberated and can do many things of my own. I will be as happy as a runaway wild dog and fly with joy.

However, when the child spoke coldly to me, I really felt that the child had grown up and he no longer needed me, and was finally defeated by this multiplied sense of loss. This is a long-lost loss!

My two sisters said they wanted to see my brother's dormitory, so I took them to the dormitory. The dormitory door was unlocked, and a parent was cleaning up the quilt cover, so we went in. I found that the dormitory now is completely different from that five days ago. It's clean and tidy here, the beds and beds are clean and tidy, and things are in order. Does anyone in the family always throw things? This really surprises me!

Finally, he went to the dining hall for lunch and went back to the dormitory to pack up and go home. I can finally have a good talk with him. I want to ask him how he is getting on at school these days. What new friends have you made? What's the difference between going to junior high school and going to primary school? Anyway, I want to talk to him a lot. He said: Mom, you ask me so many questions at once, which one should I answer you?

All right, just say what you want to say! I'm willing to listen to whatever you want to say.

He introduced me to the military training in recent days, and told me that everything in the dormitory should be put in a unified way, such as pots and barrels, in the designated position, and put them back in the original position after use. Not only that, but even the handle of the bucket should be oriented uniformly. If it is found that there is no unification, points will be deducted. Towels and toothbrushes should face in the same direction and should not be placed at will. Everyone in the dormitory has a different division of labor. For example, he is responsible for cleaning the shelves for towels and toothbrushes, some students are responsible for washing the balcony, some students mop the floor and wash the toilet, and another student is responsible for cleaning everyone's cabinets and supervising whether the items are placed neatly. Because he was worried that he couldn't finish the task the next day, he got up earlier than other students 15 minutes and got up at 6 o'clock.

Because I have to go to the playground to practice early the next morning, I am worried that there is not enough time. Almost all my classmates sleep in school uniforms, so they don't have to change clothes. It was cold with the air conditioner on at night, but no one pulled the quilt out of the bed to cover it, because it would be a waste of time to fold the quilt the next day, preferring to be cold. Haha, how should we evaluate these children? Are they lazy or clever?

When he was ready to go home, he found that he forgot to wash his pajamas and socks. He washed it himself and hung it on the balcony before he left.

On the way home, after his chatterbox was opened, he couldn't shut it all the way.

He told me that there are eight students in their dormitory, each of whom has a different personality. They gave each student a nickname. What's the nickname? That is talent 1, talent 2, talent 3. . . This is all sorted by popularity and everyone's specialty. Oh, by the way, he is genius number four!

I smiled: you ranked fourth. What's your specialty? He should: I tell jokes. Before going to bed every day, the life teacher hasn't found 10 minutes in our dormitory. I will tell them jokes, tell jokes, and they are all laughing! Hey, I can't see. So you can tell jokes? He curled his lips. What do you think?

He said that in the days of military training, what impressed him the most was running on the playground under the scorching sun. It's too hot in the sun. They ran on the playground for two hours, and everyone was exhausted. However, no one fell, and everyone felt great! I know that even a runner like me who runs almost every day, I can't stand running in the hot sun for two hours, not to mention there are no running children in this class. They are really great!

? I asked: Are there any students in your class who cry because they miss their parents and are homesick? He should: Yes! I cried, as if I was the only one crying!

"ah? Are you crying? This is impossible, right? "

He said that I was crying not because I was homesick, but because the military training was coming to an end. The teacher asked us to go on stage to share our feelings, so I went on stage to share them, and I couldn't help crying when I said it?

"What did you share?" I asked curiously.

"I shared the fact that no one fell after running for 2 hours that day. I think we are United, work hard and have a good spirit. We talked and recalled the scene at that time, and then I cried. "

"Other students are moved by you? Did they cry too? "

"I was immersed in my own emotions and didn't pay attention to other students! A little embarrassed, let's turn this page! "

After coming back from school, as soon as I got home and put down my luggage, I couldn't wait to ask us to learn how to make tofu with him. Now my two sisters and I are standing in a row, standing straight and striding, listening carefully to him explain how to fold the quilt with his hands behind his back, which is quite funny. After teaching us to fold the quilt, he also took the initiative to tidy up his room. After dinner that day, he also helped wash the dishes. It seems that in junior high school, the change is really not big. These five days of military training were not in vain.

There are still three days to send him back to school, and he will officially become a junior high school student. I'm sure he can adapt to his new life as soon as possible! My dear child, come on!