Chapter 41 loved ones

The son started to recognize people. I used to be like a little fool, lying down wherever I threw it, and everyone wanted to hug it. The first thing I knew was the baby bottle. It is true that if you have milk, you are a mother.When you are hungry and sleepy, no one can do it, so you have to stuff a bottle to enjoy it.When I was very young, whenever I saw a feeding bottle coming, I stretched out my little hands to grab it and held it myself. Later, he recognized his own spoon and bowl with animation patterns.As if feeding chickens, the aunt held a bowl and tapped it with a spoon in front of his eyes, and he began to hum impatiently.

Finally, I started to recognize people. I'm sad that he doesn't know me and doesn't seem emotional.Children, it's really whoever brings whoever kisses.Auntie likes him, he sings, dances and talks when he has nothing to do, and the child can't see the auntie resting for a moment. As long as the auntie's hand is empty, he will start to poke his head into someone's arms when he sees it.Conscience of heaven and earth, I am very generous to the nanny, I don't know who my son is like, and I will be reincarnated after a week. I rarely hug him because I don't have a chance.They were always snatched away within a few minutes of hugging.Everyone loves children so much. In the end, it seems that I gave birth to a child to repay the love.The hunger and thirst of the father-in-law holding the child, the love of the mother-in-law looking at the child, and the miss of my parents on the other end of the phone are no less than my mother's love.I only felt that he belonged to me that night when he was sick and his little head rested on my shoulder and burned my skin.

There was a moment when I was very sad and thought, this child, I will take it as comfort for the old man! Yesterday, I rarely came home early. In the evening, I saw my son being hugged by his aunt, drooling and staring at the children playing on the playground, pointing at his brothers and sisters with both hands, kicking his feet, wishing he could go to play by himself.The mother-in-law said, Mom and Dad are back, let's go home too! As soon as he entered the door, the iron door creaked and was about to be closed. The child was unhappy and grinned and started crying.I said, the baby doesn't want to go home and wants to go down to play, grandma and aunt cook, and mother takes the baby out to play.

The baby is completely mine!I had him facing the world, with his back against me, and I was his back, and he had a wide view.When I went downstairs, I went straight to the playground and let him touch the steering wheel to his heart's content, pulling the rings with his hands like apes, and his little feet without shoes climbed up the stairs with the older children. He was crazy!Laughing heartily, the voice is so loud that it floats for several miles.On the suspension bridge, he lay prone on the ground, and the children around him were shaking the suspension bridge. He had to balance his body carefully, and it was enough for me to protect him from falling off.He was nervous and excited, and his mouth was drooling.

After a while, my grandma came and picked up the child in fright and said to me: "This is so dirty! He touches this and that, and later eats his hands again, full of worms! He has hand, foot and mouth disease!" The joy of the baby is over. I have communicated with my grandma many times, and the child is happy if he is fed and clothed and not sick.Children have to have a spiritual life, and those who sleep when they are full are pigs.Whatever he likes to do, as long as there are no major accidents, he should be encouraged to explore.Sickness is inevitable, and one cannot always be isolated from the world, nor should one be deprived of joy for fear of illness.

Grandma obviously wouldn't listen to my theory.In the hands of grandma, as long as it is healthy, it will do. And I want my child to be happy, and I don't want him to have too much attention. Of course, when it comes to family education, I always have the upper hand.Most of the time when I am not at home, my grandma is obsessive and obedient most of the time, and promises are promised, but she just doesn't do it. This morning, I had morning class, and after I got up, I went to wash up before I had time to hold the baby.Every time I pass by the baby, I greet him happily, and I find that the toys that usually attract him don't work at all at this time, and he keeps staring at me and walking around the house without taking his eyes off it.I reached out for a hug several times, but I didn't make time.Then the little thing became unhappy and grinned and started crying.

This is the first time he has made it clear that he wants me to hug him. As soon as I hugged him, he moved his head closer, closed his eyes and pursed his mouth for a kiss. I kissed. Kiss again. He smiled and was very happy. A son is a son, and he will always be with me.