During the typhoon day, my children and I were making cakes at home.
Because yesterday was affected by the typhoon, and because the child’s father had to work overtime, I was at ease spending the whole day with my child at home. I make cakes and avocado milkshake with him in the morning, play various chess games with him in the afternoon, exercise and dance together in the evening (moving my body casually to the music, without any form of self-pleasure), and read books with him in the evening.
In his place, I felt that no matter how wonderful the outside world was, it could not be as attractive as the attentive company of my parents.
Although he sometimes really gives us a headache when he "acts", we have to admit that his quirkiness makes people think he is cute.
He loves to eat fruit. One time he wanted to eat my share, so he asked me if I loved him (meaning that if I loved him, I would share it with him). I knew his intention and deliberately said no. , I didn’t follow the routine and he was at a loss for a while, but I still gave it to him.
We asked him who among us he loved more, and his answer was always his parents. There was a grape that he wanted to eat. His father and I deliberately told him that we both wanted to eat it and asked him what to do. He chose to divide it in half and give it to us, and how could we be willing to eat it? When he heard that we didn't want any more, he smiled and quickly stuffed the grapes into his mouth and ate them happily.
Once, he found my high heels that had been dusted for a long time and asked me to wear high heels to accompany him to climb a mountain. I instantly felt ashamed. Then he tried on my high heels and walked around there... Yesterday he saw me wearing them. He asked me to wear a skirt when I picked him up from school. I asked him why, and he said that I looked good in a skirt (does he dislike that I don’t look good at ordinary times?)
Sometimes I was cooking in the kitchen, and he would occasionally come over and ask me , Mom, do you need my help? Just like making a cake for him today, he was very proactive, as if it was a game. From the moment the batter first entered the pan, he couldn't wait for it to come out of the pan, and wait for the moment to actually eat it. This mood was outside It’s something you can’t experience by buying cakes and eating them.
The key is that this little guy has a sweet mouth sometimes. When he is eating cake, he will not forget to praise me: "Mom, you are so good at making cakes!" When the child's father cooks for us, he will also praise his father's cooking. eat.
After playing for a day, I looked at his tired and sleeping appearance, and I stroked his head lovingly. At that moment, I realized that I had long been accustomed to his presence in my life, and he accompanied me every day. Day and night, every bit of sweetness, bitterness, and bitterness is engraved in my heart. It enriches my life, warms me, and illuminates me. He made me understand that the meaning of having children is not as simple as passing on the family line.
