My daughter has grown up

My daughter suddenly grew up this year！

One day, the daughter asked me, "mom, what is happiness? We are happy to go out to play, but grandpa works hard every day, so he is not happy. I thought about the answer to her: "Happiness, not necessarily their own happiness, for the people they care about pay, let others happy, they will also be happy. For example, grandpa is happy to eat fish even though he is working hard." In the evening, when the family were having dinner, the grandmother said to me, "why should the child do so much work?" "I'm as happy as grandpa," she said. "I feel happy working for my mother." Touched, but also self alert: "in the face of such a sensitive and sensitive child, the mother really can not be wayward, the child, has been growing up, gradually independent." Yes, it will do a lot of things by herself this year.

At the grandmother's house, you don't want to be a fan of me, and You are eating and saying, "hey, mom, you need to get back to dinner, you know, you can go back, you know, you can go shopping." But I am the reluctant one.

Daughter's school bag, no longer let me touch, I want to help, but was blamed for the confusion, afraid I disturb her plan.

Daughter will command I gave her a what kind of hair style, and guide me how to use the rubber bands, when I was clumsy, she'll atmosphere to comfort me: "it doesn't matter, it's a good progress."

When my daughter was traveling, she refused to let me help her pack her luggage. She wrote down all the things she wanted to take on a little piece of paper and put them away.

My daughter, the child I loved on the tip of my tongue finally grew up. From conception to birth in October, from ignorance to understanding ceremony, although how disappointed I am, although I still want to hold her tightly in my arms, despite all these years of time as if only a flicker of time, but she is still growing up inexorably.

Not by my standards, but by growing into herself.

Her first thing in the morning is not looking for her mother, she no longer pestering her mother to read, she no longer likes her mother beside her homework, she fells in love with her mother's not good at swimming, she can play a song that mother will never play, she wrote a good word that her mother envied... She needs me less and less, and she has less and less time for me. She will become increasingly independent of me, beyond me. How generous and cruel you were, time!

I used to be able to give my child endless and unbridled love, but now, I can only choose restraint, choose reason, choose respect, embrace her like sunshine, and give her unlimited freedom and respect.

  "Bag when she told me to tidy up", not to help her change the location of a book, in her formal sorting out her own clothes, I will not step in to help her skirts, whereas any place when she couldn't help me to share all the weight, not to find all sorts of reason to refuse, failed even in children, I also have to have inner peace......

  I would like to give her the utmost to nourish the family, instead of interference or neglect, let her know that the family, like a shell, let us go where and when, without fear of wind and rain, with rich heart!

  Being a parent is a very difficult thing. It requires wisdom, prudence and calmness. And I, not enough wisdom, not enough calm, not enough patience... "To love is to see a person realistically and recognize their unique personality," fromm said. Nebron also said, "your children are not your children. They are the children of life's longing for itself. They came into this world through you, but not because of you.

    Daughter, wish you a good life!