Sorry, my baby, I yelled at you just now. I know you were not wrong. You are just an eight-month-old baby. You just need your mother more, but I regard this need as a burden. I always I'm losing my temper with you, I'm sorry...
I don't know if you love your child as much as I do, but you always do things to hurt her in your behavior. I am a mother for the first time. I enjoy this joy and happiness, but at the same time I also bear the hardship and irritability of being a mother. I always think about how to be a good mother, but I canโt do anything about it. A good mother.
For the sake of my children, I gave up my job, my career, and even myself. People around me always say that if you, a college graduate, donโt take the civil service exam and the public institution exam, you should at least find a school and become a decent teacher. Well, itโs not impossible to give your children to the elderly, so people think you went to college in vain and are useless, just a rural mother who is no different from others. But in fact, what they donโt know is that I donโt want to stand on the podium and be an excellent female teacher with shining eyes like before, and I donโt want to be a confident and beautiful myself like before, but I canโt let it go, canโt let go of me This piece of flesh fell off my body, and I couldnโt bear to part with the treasure I had earned in a narrow escape. I was afraid of missing any moment of her growth. I was afraid that when she woke up and found her crying mother, I would be far away from her...
It turns out that I am too I can shine in the workplace like other women, I can also wear beautiful clothes and carry fashionable bags like them, I can also go shopping and date in bars after get off work... But I donโt want to, I donโt want to be the same in anyoneโs eyes I am a fashionable and exquisite little girl who knows how to dress up and tidy up. I just want to be her mother. Because this is not a responsibility but my ideal for the rest of my life!
