Quaint and strange

On the 18th of the eighth lunar month, my nephew is five years old.

Solar calendar in May, because of things to go out, on the way to see my nephew, when I first saw the feeling of a head, is still so quaint, he is still so like mini toys, the same toys but thinking of having 2, still addicted to cartoons, games, toys.

When we saw each other on October 11th, he told me that his favorite toys would be treasured for fear of being damaged. Suddenly, he found that he was no longer the same man who only had three days' freshness for new and old toys. His young heart had begun to sprout its own aesthetic and values. Some of them are played by very small children, which is not suitable for him anymore. I began to keep up with the idea of this little guy. Maybe they are too simple for him to play, and the childlike innocence of children will be gradually developed.

Most children born after 2000 have no education in mobile phones and computer games, and nephews are no exception. Ever since he first played Radish in May, my husband and I have enjoyed the game so much that when we got back to Shanghai, we completed all the levels and continued to enjoy it for a long time. Eleven to see him, he was still thinking about this game, still remember when he played the level of poison needle, fish bone and other props, but also carefully asked later I did not finish all. As a result of the phone call, he found that screen big mobile phone, then peeved my uncle to give him to re-download "guard radish", the husband is a soft heart, really can not afford his rhetoric, the previous under do not know when to unload, the husband searched on the Internet for a long time, for him this workaholic download game is a small project, I was very familiar with the search to the game, did not expect the little guy unexpectedly said: "Women are smarter than men, you see aunt suddenly found, good good ah!" No one taught him, but he even knew how to praise people appropriately. My husband and I were happy for a while after hearing this. We did not know how many things in his cerebellum made us feel novel and surprised.

The little guy took us to the local supermarket, where candy, chocolate and toys were displayed, and introduced us to the pleasures and tastes of his world like a little adult. A funny egg, attached to the small submarine toys under his play soon assembled success, when you encounter questions with relish to see the drawings, and then he was happy to play for more than half an hour, his novel almost, let me also to play, I said, I don't like to play, see you play, he asked again, you always see others play, interesting? Ha ha, who would be indifferent to this kind of interaction.

Time relationship, this stay a day, a short time together always have to face parting, also clearly remember he just saw us soon when asked, aunt this you want to stay a few days? I really don't have the heart to tell him for just one day. My brother drove us to the station, along the way he gushed about his cognition and views, said do not believe in aliens, even talked about aircraft carriers, spaceships... Play "boonie bear" as not to kindergarten notice, he in, let us forget the world of intrigue disputes, travel fatigue, hard work.

Say goodbye and again two places apart, this time, to see him was not willing to say goodbye.

The happiness that children bring

Left Bank: Children, is used to change their own. A child, often can force people to live a healthy and harmless life.

Also share a diary of Su Mei: beef noodle restaurant at five o 'clock in the morning

In a beef noodle restaurant at five o 'clock in the morning in early winter, if you see a lady with untousled hair, messy clothes, looking excited because of fatigue, and complete with wallet, keys, mobile phone and bank card, rest assured, this is not a lady suffering from misfortune and in trouble, she is just a new mother.

The beef noodle shop downstairs has saved me countless times. It's the only place that's lit and steaming at five in the morning. Upstairs not far away my son was asleep. After feeding at three o 'clock in the night, he fell into a deep sleep, leaving me awake in the dark, with thoughts blooming through me like flowers: The unfinished manuscript, the half of the strange bloody crime that has not yet been found, the fish on the chopping board in the kitchen, the temple in distant Kyoto waiting to be visited - but the son is asleep, in order to develop his sleeping habit, no lights, no noise, the son's breath occasionally weak, as if to wake up, looking at the clock is still four in the morning. Get up in the dark, put on clothes randomly, take a good wallet key mobile phone bank card, go downstairs.

The morning sky high strange, like the deep sea upside down hanging up, cool silk air like a thin blade, street lights shining, one by one extended to the further darkness. I was wandering along the side of the road with empty hands, and I was weird. This strange feeling came from the moment the baby was born. So, am I already a mother?

For the first few months, waking up seemed like an eternity: Was it a mother, then? The cuts on his body, the stiff joints, the hair falling out. However, it seems like yesterday I was still staying up late watching American TV series, still deep in the house, still clamoring for the root cure of procrastination, still Shouting gender equality, female autonomy, vowing not to drown in diaper bottles. But a dazzling eye, the American TV series has been a season did not catch up to read, write against the clock, time does not wait for me to sleep, thunder can not move to go out in the sun. You see, a child can force a person to lead a healthy and harmless life without any deep philosophy or persistence, whereas female independence requires no persistence at all. A child forces you to make decisions every second: Do you want water? What kind of diaper doesn't have a red butt? Would you like a side food? Do you want fluids? Do you want to play with the kid with the suspected cold? Should we go against the old ways of our elders?

All this would have seemed unthinkable a year ago - so this is motherhood. One woman had thus ended the age of wanton little prose and entered, with her children, the age of long, enduring, and enduring epics. A man carries another man on a journey of life, offering him protection, love and education, but there is no other shore to reach. If, in an age before contraception, the conception and birth of children had a certain miracle about their inevitability, and therefore received the greatest degree of sensationalism; Either you choose to be a mother today, when contraception is common knowledge, or you are ignorant enough not to anticipate its complexity and difficulty. Or brave enough, brave enough in physical, psychological, economic, interpersonal and other aspects of frustration, still able to undaunted to fulfill the obligations of motherhood. Because we know that maternal love is not instinctive. Turtle eggs will be lightly away, after hatching to rely on their own strength to return to the sea, began to fulfill the obligations of life.

Life is not a right, but an obligation. At some point you feel like you've failed it. You were supposed to make life more natural, happy, healthy and colorful, but you didn't. Most of the time, you've lived in ignorance, as if you had a million tomorrows to waste. Now a new life lies in front of you, telling you that half of your life is over, but it also seems like a chance to redeem yourself. It has new skin, new eyes, new mind, as if you could live in it again, only to know that this little thing with your genes, in the end, is not you, but someone else. There is nothing sublime about motherhood, even a visceral revulsion at the extolling of maternal greatness. It's such a natural thing that it makes any adjective seem contrived, sentimental and sinister -- after all, who praises eating and sleeping?

In a beef noodle shop in the wee hours of the morning, the little sister of the shop assistant is dazed with her eyes. The ramen chef is just in place, the water in the stainless steel cauldron is not yet hot, and the hard plastic tables and chairs are polished and shiny. The clock on the wall said half past five. Travelers with suitcases, construction workers wearing military rubber shoes, just off the night shop assistants and unknown people, one by one came in, carrying eggs and small dishes hot bowl, in the cool and thin life, by the shore, stop feet, after the scattered things Akiyama several weight. All of a sudden, two mothers came in with their babies in their arms. Naturally, the baby under the heavy wrap was my focus: How many months? My height and weight are good, and my clothes are lovely. Is it too hot to wear so much? Which is taller, my son or him? I don't know if my son woke up. I'd better go back.