Inexorably, suddenly, it is a year to Christmas. Look at the calendar, only thin several pages. Day, also then so in a page and a page of the lost sheep, gently light, leaving no trace.
These days, quiet and comfortable. Away from work brings fidgety and trivial, everything is so enron, indifferent.
Often laugh at themselves, in this life, can't do a woman entrepreneur. Inside, deeply rooted small woman feelings, so far, can't change, also don't want to change.
Like family's jing ya, like the warmth of home, like family reality. If you can, only willing to do a small woman of the home, and in the morning, watched lover away and looked after children to school; In the evening, meet the return of the beloved smile, smile to meet the return of the children. Such days, although light, but do not break a warm.
Someone said, woman, had to have a copy of his own work, don't depend on man and live. I believe, economic independence is the foundation. But, if married, harmonious family, both sides of husband and wife does not exist because of economic caused problem, do a little girl, and why not?
Christmas Eve, the husband on business not to return. Home, I and the children became of 2 the world.
In the evening, routinely, a person quiet surf the Internet. A friend asked me, carnival night, how don't go out to play? I said, no feeling, also don't want to go out? In this quiet to stay home, the child homework, I surf the Internet. Western festival in me, didn't seem to be too big interest. Friends said, how have no passion? I smile, is not.
For life, I still full of passion; For the holiday, I had to. Play, is a kind of way; Home, are not necessarily isn't. Like, in time the dull, waiting for a from the bottom of my heart warm and moved, for example, at this moment, the space of warm meaning repine, gentle and euphemistic music, place oneself in this atmosphere, might be a kind of enjoyment, happy.
USSR, wanton make public, may not be so bad. But, this is different from person to person. AnJingRu me, most of the time, or like a quite alone.
Daughter grew up, and sensible a lot, also many independent. Many ways, already don't need me this mother do by yourself, all of these, see in the eye, like in the heart.
Study, also consciously than before a lot of, do not need too much of my words. Often, back from school, will let me share from her every joy and progress. In the evening, also do not need my companions, a person, in her room, silently doing homework. Remember once a child is bigger than my daughter colleagues say, every night together with your child, until late into the night, early morning the rise, to prepare children for breakfast, and then sent to school. As such. Compared with other people, my child gave me too much at leisure, too much space. Occasionally there will not do homework, I'll give assistance to the answer and help. Other, I don't have to do too much.
The child is growing, and thought also is changing. Relief, the children are willing to explore the emotional and learning I met on confused and trouble. I know, I know, this is child trust to me. And I, and also always try our best to help her queries, do a mother the completely responsibility and the duty.
Come back at night, daughter said, today there was a very bad things, I hope I don't be angry. I doubt at children, don't know what happened.
She said that, in the school, the students watch was broke the surface. I said, with the wrist thing, how may broke it, is deliberately show off will bad? My daughter seems to very grievance, saying that people want to see, and then into the room of his own. At the time, I was busy cooking, not to say anything to children.
Face before sleeping, found his daughter wrote a letter on my under the pillow. Took out a look, just know is daughter wrote about watch broke through the. Daughter said, I'm sorry! Are we earn money to buy hard the watch, she breaks it, really didn't mean to. She said, watch is my father gave her present, now broke, she is guilty and sad. At last, I wish I can forgive her.
I was surprised, daughter will write this letter. I very guilty, thinks that the daughter deliberately to show off. The child, in fact, should say sorry should be me.
Christmas, when the daughter's birthday. For birthday, adults see is the essence, the child see the form. In an adult's eyes, on the coming of your birthday, means and the past one year, this year, their harvest what, and lost what, perhaps, will be in the heart a calculation. In their eyes, a cake, a gift, a few words of bless words, is perhaps the meaning of birthday.......
At eight o 'clock yesterday evening, daughter said to me, mom, tomorrow is my birthday, daughter's birthday, the mother of the good. Look at the clock, I laughed and said to her, twelve years ago now, the mother was tortured by the pain until midnight, you just shanshan and to ah. From then on, the home much trivial, also many laughter; Many sweet, also many hope.
Today, I want to say to the kid is, is your father, give all my love to my dull and do not break sweet life; You are the father mother the continuation of life, is you, give us all the joy and hope. The home, because you, only complete, appear warm.
Christmas, the husband still in different cities. As the man behind the support and strength, I'll give him a love, tenderness to him, to give him warmth, let the heart of travel outside, never forget, have a home is the place, he walked the same direction.
On Christmas Eve, is still my child and I of two people of the world. Made of specially for birthday dinner, let the child be not pleased from forbid. In fact, nothing, usually also will do so. Just today, in the child's eyes, will is not the same as feeling it.
The child said, today, seems to be her lucky day. In school, because of the progress of the study, three core classes teacher even in today, bowed, praised her. She said, "this is her for my birthday a return that is 12 years the most significant best returns. I smiled, heartfelt smile, and what's more, the progress of children more than make me happy and satisfied?
Clean up the housework, received the plum phone. This, have to say it's a big surprise and accident.
She asked me, Christmas, how? I smile, home bai, together with the child. She actually is the same, the unit is put off the collective activity, is a man to drive it home. In fact, I know, she and I almost character, don't like lively, like a quiet. For others dedicated match, but not much interest. So, perhaps, the only home, is the heart of the most enticing place. Keep a dull, hold a warm, why not?
Online chatting with a sisters, two women, a screen apart, optional talked about family, about the love, about the topic of friendship. Occasionally, open each other a joke; Occasionally, and say a few words of unrealistic words; Occasionally, laugh. No alert, not sedulous, is like a face to face, optional shanghainese.
More from each other's words, you feel a life of loaded down with trivial details, the joy of life, and the mind to comprehend. In middle age, the young age the green retreat, reduce youth make public, added charm and intelligence of mature woman. To person to matter, much a tolerance, much a understanding, not a sharp. So, in ordinary life can feel warm, feel happy, feel calm.
We said to each other, we are happy woman, have loved with all our people and lovely children, a warm home. Living life, do not need to surface glitz, but the inner peace and really, do not pursue a unrealistic romantic, as long as life bland and stability, it is warm, is happiness.
