I often feel that life is really difficult. For ordinary people who have no mines at home, from birth to death, it seems that no moment is easy.
I was born in a remote rural area. After a poor and bleak childhood, and after graduating from college with my hard work, I vowed never to let my children roll in the dirt again. For this, after graduating from college, I worked hard and tried my best to take root in the big city.
The tolerance and cruelty of the city made us foreigners struggle hard in hope. High housing prices, crowded traffic, complicated interpersonal relationships, and fierce competition often make me shaken: go back to your hometown and live a comfortable life. But, almost the next second, a strong cry came from my heart: No, never, I have to hold back for my child! Yes, as a single mother, my child is the cure for my difficult life.
You never know how comforting a child’s soft and sweet voice is. Sometimes work overtime is too late and I call home apologetically saying that I’m may not be able to accompany you tonight, so listen to grandma. The answer from phone always made my eyes red: “Mom don’t worry, I’ve keep you some delicious food, you come back slowly!”
At that moment, I suddenly felt that it was really a happy thing to care about and be cared about in this strange city. I also have a small house with a warm lamp waiting for me to go back, and a child thinking and miss me. Although she is only 5 years old this year, she is already very sensible and very good.
It was almost 12 o’clock in the night to be home and gently opened the door of the room. The child was asleep, but he still hold a chocolate in her hand. I asked my mother why she was allowed to eat sweet stuff so late? The mother replied that it was the reward of the child got in kindergarten today. It must be reserved to you. She want to give to you directly until fell asleep after waiting you for a long time.
The heart was sour and sweet, moved and blamed. The grievances, irritability, fatigue, and distress that were nestled in my heart an hour ago dissipated most of them instantly. Everything I have worked for has a reason.
Sometimes when facing children, I feel more like an ignorant child. I took a professional exam, and I was particularly irritable during the review. I became more and more confident when I was doing the questions. I was often anxious about myself, and the child suffered several “innocent disasters”.
The day before the exam, mother took the child out to a friend’s gathering dinner. But when she went out, the child refused to go. The mother asked her why, and she fiddled for a while before telling the truth: “Mom is at home alone, and I want to accompany her.”
Mother said, we will bring her food back, and there are meals at home. But when the child heard it, he cried: “We are going to eat delicious food, but my mother is at home alone, it’s too pitiful.”
Some people say that compared with adults, the love of children is the purest and most unintended. I finally believed. This move of the child made me very warm, and I was really ashamed to recall my performance since this time.
I’m really glad that when I knew I was pregnant with her, I didn’t give up her because of her father’s abandonment, otherwise I would never have such a well-behaved child. At that time, I met an irresponsible person by mistake, suffered a heavy emotional blow, and did not have my own house or stable job in this city. I initially planning to drop this child so it will not drag me in the future. After thinking for few nights, and still felt that I wanted to keep this child for nothing else, because she was as pitiful as me. After the child was born, my mother came to take care of me from hometown. I said, for the sake of children, I must be cheer up from today onwards.
In those difficult years of hard work, now I think it’s unbelievable when I think about it. I started working early in the morning and worked two part-time jobs in a day. As long as I can make money, I will try any jobs. When I returned home every day, I felt that all the bones in my body is like broken apart, and I couldn’t talk more. However, when a child who was a toddler reached out to me for a hug, she accidentally kissed me, when she giggled at me, when she stared at me intently… The bruised heart was instantly healed. She seems to be the mysterious spring in Greek mythology, which contains endless power.
Today, we have already moved into our own family. As always, my child is my most intimate padded jacket. Is there anything happier in the world? Thank you child, let me be your mother in this life.
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