Special Mother's Day plan [Phoenix Pen Club] Yu Xinjie: "My Child" – Happy birthday An An!
Mother's Day special planning [Phoenix PEN Club] Yu Xinjie: "My Child" – Happy birthday An An! Phoenix Yu Xinjie...
Phoenix City Yu Xinjie
Written on April 6 (2013)
My child, today is your birthday, your eighteenth birthday, eighteen years ago today, was the day when our mother and daughter met. Your fat little face has the tears I shed for joy. Everything about you fascinates me. Your birth Let my mother feel that I am finally concerned, finally floating down from the sky, and connected with the world
My child, you are growing up slowly by my side. Your unbridled crying makes my mother overwhelmed. Your innocent smile injects a warmth into my mother's heart. My people follow you ups and downs. My heart is filled with you all the time. The nightmare that prevents my mother from sleeping every night is still fresh in my memory even today. They all make mom obsessed. You are mom's world
My child. When you could "look" at mom smiling for the first time, my tears overflowed from my eyes. Those four months of being "tortured" by you day and night finally paid off. Your intelligence exceeded the limit of mom's understanding. From the first month on, mom gave up on the idea of "bullying" you. Your tongue that can tell the quality of milk powder is the beginning of mom's understanding of you. You brought my mother into a new "world"
My child, raising you is a "project" beyond my imagination. It far exceeds the "difficulty" of studying for a doctorate. After having you, my only pride in this life is from my degree to you. From myself to "only you", your intelligence and intelligence are far beyond my ability. The days when I devoted myself to raising you made my parents happy. Exhausted, we looked at each other
My child, the first time you sang "loudly", it was better to let your mother have the luxury of not being able to speak. When you removed your mother's arm from your father's shoulder for the first time, I was surprised by the early appearance of your "jealousy". You used the remote control to easily "change the channel" for us, making us "extremely angry". Your little legs that never wanted to walk made us doubt what you would use them for. You would make the adults and children around you They all "surrender" in front of you
My child, your intelligence is the talk of the people around you. You throw yourself into the arms of everyone you know or not, and lead their hearts to you. The aunt in the kindergarten cafeteria complained to me because you forgot to say "hi" to her. The teacher also secretly told me that the sound of your crying after I left suddenly stopped after I turned around. You easily occupy everyone's hearts
My child, my mother has been wondering who you are like. You "accept all the shortcomings of your parents" and your advantages far exceed ours. Your patience and tenacity, your tolerance and generosity, your intelligence and wisdom. Let mom finally feel at ease and let you fly away
My child, you are mom’s biggest gift in this life. The compensation for the love God and Jehovah gave me. Mom’s past sufferings were underestimated because of you. Mom’s past resentment was underestimated because of you. You are the motivation for mom to get up in the morning. Start preparing for the days after you leave home. It started a few years ago. It seems that now is different from the past. You are not just my mother’s baby. It has become my mother's support
My child. In the past eighteen years, my mother has learned from you. I will experience the growing process that I have never experienced since childhood. The devotion to your love has made my mother often overreact. Your intelligence and wisdom sometimes make my mother feel inferior. Your intelligence, which is beyond that of children of the same age, makes it difficult for my mother to cope with it. You are my mother's only pride in this life. With you, everything is sufficient.
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