The two children sleeping beside me at the moment are sleeping soundly. In the evening, whether it is a nap or sleeping, everyone will pick a picture book they like and surround me to tell them. After talking, close the curtains or turn off the lights, and you can hear their sleeping breathing in less than 5 minutes. I won't worry about the baby sleeping anymore. I sleep soundly and am full of energy every day. When I need to go to school in the morning, I just need to set the alarm clock, and they will get up, get dressed, brush their teeth and wash their faces after ten minutes' sleep.
Back to three years ago, a baby fell asleep in my left hand, and my right hand patted my brother, who was less than two years older than him, and hummed children's songs to put them to sleep.
During the day, my brother is energetic and competitive. When he was unhappy, he slapped his brother when I was unprepared. When he cries, he often says, my mother, don't want my brother. As for my brother, as soon as he was put on the bed, he rolled and climbed over the bed, so he fell off the bed with a heavy fall. He was beaten, but he still didn't know the so-called happy mood. He only cries when he is really hurt.
My brother will never let himself play alone. He must have a mother to play with him. So I often hold my brother when he is chased, and let you draw, build blocks and play with toys with him. I finally put my brother to sleep. My brother got carried away, woke him up loudly and began to cry at once. This means that I have to hug my brother again and start coaxing. My brother over there wants you to come and play with him quickly, and so on ... I am exhausted and can't express my feelings at that time.
For a child who is in a sensitive period of real right consciousness, his brother just wants to get the attention and companionship of his mother, who belongs to him alone. His bullying and arbitrariness are normal, and he happens to be a terrible two-year-old and is suspected by cats and dogs. Can I blame him? I can only blame myself for why the two children are so close, why I want two children, why I want to have children and why I want to get married.
Both of them are clamoring for a hug. What can I do? When my family is away and there is no one around to help me out, I can only open my bow left and right, holding 20 kg in my left hand and 30 kg in my right hand. Can you imagine that a mother weighing only 90 kilograms can hold two 50-kilogram children? Before becoming a mother, a person who struggled to twist a mineral water bottle can hold 50 kilograms after becoming a mother, and can go upstairs and downstairs with a lever. The potential that once felt impossible has been tapped out, and being a mother is just and has been vividly confirmed.
I used to yearn for a life without children so much that I could sleep soundlessly without worrying about them waking up at night or kicking the quilt. You can chew my rice slowly instead of wolfing it down, just to coax them into eating more; You can take a bath slowly by yourself, without worrying about two children fighting for a toy outside the bathroom; You can travel without worrying about them. At that time, my eyes were bloodshot every day, I spent every day in extreme sleep deprivation, and I had to take care of two children.
I used to think maliciously that when they grow up and take them out to play, they will envy others.
Looking back on the days two or three years ago, in the days and nights that accompanied them, it was not just hard work, but more surprises. Along the way, I have witnessed their growth, and their love for each other's brothers and sisters is increasing day by day.
I'm writing this today, not to hate, but to encourage mothers who are still in distress. The most difficult time is only two or three years, and I will bite the bullet and pass. On the road to correct parenting, it will only get easier and easier. Come on!
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