Chapter 35 i am mother

I am proud that I have such a title: mother; I love my responsibility: mother; I value my role in life: mother. When I was very young, like all girls, I liked to hold dolls; I loved to play "house-to-house". At that moment, the childish little girl suddenly became solemn, she stopped bouncing when she walked, and her sharp childish voice was suppressed by hard work.When I was very young, I seemed to vaguely understand that once I become a "mother", there will always be a care and concern in my heart, so that you can't let yourself be light-hearted. And when you really become a mother, what you feel in your heart is not only down-to-earth?In the breastfeeding room of the hospital, I received a "pink ball of meat" from the nurse for the first time. I was delighted and nervous, and couldn't believe that this was my baby.I don't know how to hug him carefully.I imitated other mothers to breastfeed their babies, seeing him resting on my arm, sucking his little mouth vigorously, overflowing with satisfaction.With a happy smile, I was really excited, and I felt a wonderful sense of holiness in my heart.Only then did I realize concretely: I have given birth to another life——I am a mother——the course of my life will carry another life forward together—no matter how difficult it is, I must have enough strength!

Since then, it seems that I have become much stronger and able to do a lot; to be a mother, to be a woman, and to be a human being.Neither should be neglected, and must be dealt with one by one.Since then, I have been busy from morning to night, worked more conscientiously, and lived more seriously; from then on, when I was writing at my desk, I felt my son lying on the bed behind me. I didn’t find it hard; from then on, I realized that a woman who is a mother should be said to be amazing. We have doubled our strength and given it without reservation; from then on, I am very fond of being a mother. It's fun.Really, the process of raising a child is really a very interesting process. The joy brought to you by the innocence of the child is enough to make up for the hard work.

I seldom complain about the hard work of raising children, because I am willing, because there is fun in hard work.And this intertwining of "bitterness" and "joy" really inspired me and awakened me, making me a writer while being a mother. Now, my son is seven years old, has grown up, and is in primary school, carrying a schoolbag like a primary school student. "Lads" got it.But when I lead him on the street, I still ask him frequently: "Son, call me." "Mom, Mom." The son called affectionately, smiling. Mom, mom, this is the most beautiful voice in the world - mom, mom - for this, I am really proud: I am a mother!