However, my father spoke: This composition was written by my mother, because my mother has the deepest feeling of family warmth. I was tongue-tied. ...
"Mom, just write." Looking at my son's trusting eyes, I lost the courage to refuse-I can't let my son think that my mother is a mother who can't write a composition. All right! Since everyone has chosen me, believe me, I will write! I accepted this glorious task with guilt and courage.
When it comes to writing, I really don't have a bottom: First, I have worked for nearly 20 years and have been dealing with numbers all the year round. I don't even have a decent diary except the work summary of 123. Can I do that? Second, there are too many warm hours at home, and you are not good at sorting out materials. Where to start? Walking around the living room with a pen in hand, sitting down and standing up again. ...
Dad snickered: "Son, your mother will certainly be able to do it." The son nodded innocently.
Keep your word, since you promised my father and son, you can't let my father see my jokes, let alone let my son disappoint my mother! So, go back to my desk, calm down, clear my mind and relive the warm moment of our harmonious family.
Our family is a warm family of three. The son is clever and the father is humorous and studious. As for me, of course, it is "apron mother".
Go home from work every day, go into the kitchen, put on an apron, and after a period of intense labor, serve hot meals, with a cry "dinner!" " Father and son take their positions. Looking at the appetite of the father and son, I have a great sense of accomplishment. I stop chopsticks from time to time and enjoy my son's eating. My son will wave his hand in front of my eyes: "Mom, what are you thinking?" "I was thinking, my mother is a breeder and has carefully raised a big fat pig and a small thin pig at home." My son was so anxious that he snored and pretended to be naive and snuggled up to me. At this moment, the happiness of being a mother comes to mind, and the fatigue of the day is swept away.
Mom's efforts and resentment are limited. One day after dinner, my father went to get the computer, my son watched TV, and I washed clothes on the balcony. Nobody came to help me. After a hard day's work, I can't help feeling indignant: after dinner, you will be free, and I have to prepare food and clothing for you tomorrow. Angry in my heart, I accidentally slipped on the watered floor under my feet, and I stumbled and bumped into the basin. I am so angry that I am about to cry. My son, who was watching TV, rushed over and helped me up. He asked with concern, "What's the matter? Are you all right, mom? " The husband who heard the voice also asked with concern, "What's the matter? Are you okay? Dear, you have worked hard. " At this point, resentment vanished, and a warm current poured into the whole body: the husband still loves his wife, and the son still cares about his mother.
When we are free, we will take our son to the shopping center, climb mountains in the wild, exercise in health clubs and play football in the playground. When I get home, my son will solemnly tell us, "When I have children, I will take them shopping and playing." My son is completely infected by our warm family. Harmony between parents cultivates children's good psychological quality of loving family and life. When our son comes home with the certificate of "Top Ten Teenagers", he won the first place in the oral arithmetic contest and the first place in the jigsaw puzzle contest, the three of us will hug happily to show our son's praise and encouragement. The warmth of the family gave his son wisdom and confidence.
One day the symphony of pots and pans is over, and the night light is in your pocket. Dad went to the front of the painting case and spread out the rice paper to continue his creation; My son opened his schoolbag and took out his homework, which consolidated the knowledge he had learned all day. I went to my husband's side, appreciated his efforts, and then looked at my son's recent progress. Bring a cup of hot tea to my father and a cup of hot milk to my son. ...
The street lamp outside the window slowly gives off a soft light, and a warm picture is painted indoors. In the era of peaceful development, we live in this warm big family and our family enjoys in this harmonious society.