Time is a shallow river log.

We often sigh that time flies, and feel that this year has turned into nostalgia before it has passed, and the new year is like a speeding train, which has gone far and far in an instant. At the end of each year and the beginning of each year, there will be many feelings surging in my heart. Looking back on the road I have traveled, all the ups and downs are in my pocket. The most affectionate and warmest fragments in my memory are nothing more than the warmth and happiness of my family and everything related to my son. These are the richest wealth in my life, and the happiness I will always miss wherever I go.

My son lives in a high school now, and our family is much quieter. There are no three meals a day carefully prepared for our son, and we don't have to take care of his clothes every day. It feels like life has slowed down and we have more time to ourselves. We can weave dreams and be unconstrained. I like this kind of slow life, which can let me enjoy the fun of life calmly and give me more time to sort out the past. However, when I am quiet, I miss my son, as if he were a green vine inadvertently entangled in my heart. The more I want to push it away, the more lush it will be until it is lush and fiercely entangled to the extreme.

Time is like a shallow river flowing quietly, and every tiny splash is a little memory dotted in my heart. When my son was not at home, this memory drifted away with my thoughts. Although it took me a long time to meet him, my attention to him has not diminished at all. All kinds of trends in the school can be learned at the first time. Modern information network technology has narrowed the distance between time and space, and enabled parents to have a more convenient and intuitive understanding of their children's study and life.

The results of the latest monthly exam have come down. I found all the information about my son's grades in all subjects, total grades and class grades on the school website. The class teacher also posted a letter of commendation for the monthly exam in the class group. I saw my son's name ranked first (grade three), ten points higher than the second. I can't help applauding and cheering for him, but also feel heartfelt joy and relief.

He finally recovered his lost ground this time, and he was annoyed by his careless loss of Jingzhou last time. He never calls me after exams to report good news or bad news. He did well in the exam, and there was no obvious psychological fluctuation. He is indifferent, as if he were in a world where he wants nothing. But every time I talk to him, he will say, Mom, the students with the highest grades in our class are all working hard. Study can't be relaxed, and there is a lot of pressure. I encourage him to make persistent efforts and make continuous progress, but I never take his achievements too seriously. I did well in the exam, but I didn't, so I should be comforted and encouraged. I said to him: as long as you try your best, you have no regrets about your best and most struggling years, as long as you have no regrets, as long as you are healthy and happy, your mother will accept all kinds of achievements.

I remember on the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, one day my seemingly calm son suddenly asked me a question. He said, what if I don't do well in the exam? What if I can't get into No.1 Middle School? I know that children are actually under a lot of pressure. In the face of an academic exam, a moment of life choice, a small heart is bearing a certain burden, which must not be added to him. At that time, I told him calmly: it is no problem to play normally according to your usual grades. Even if the performance is abnormal, some schools will take a step back. Don't worry about this.

Fortunately, we finally got what we wanted. After entering high school, my son started a new voyage in his life with a new look. I never thought that he was so adaptable when he left home and his parents. He never really lived independently, and he showed the self-reliance and tenacity that a little man should have in school. This is probably related to his childhood experience.

When the first semester of military training began, it was the first time that the child left home for a week. Military training is closed, and you are not allowed to bring your mobile phone to contact your family. When the child left, there was no news. After a long wait, we ushered in the military parade report performance of the military training graduation ceremony. We anxiously looked for the familiar figure in the high stands, but we couldn't find the shadow that I missed day and night from the eyeful of camouflage. We must focus on his team and pay close attention to it in our own field of vision. When the boy scorched by the scorching sun appeared in front of me, the handsome camouflage turned him into a "warrior" who had experienced the wind and rain. My tears came down disappointingly, but I felt very gratified, because after this training, the child suddenly grew up.

This is the first time he has left his parents and home. After returning home, he told us about his military training experience. Apart from the phrase "I'm exhausted", he didn't mention any other hardships and tiredness. He talked about their team carrying water and cleaning on duty, and the wonderful performances of those teammates during the party were shocking. He talked about the unity and mutual assistance between their roommates, about the little things that the instructors were with them, and about the bad habits of some students littering. He even picked up the rubbish thrown by others many times and put it in the trash can, but he didn't complain. I didn't expect him to be so peaceful when he left home for the first time. Although he is homesick, he acts like a chicken full of longing for the blue sky.

When I talked about this "Judas" teacher who is famous for his parents' heart and photography, the only military training photo with his son was taken a look by him. Finally, I said: how can you recognize me with only half a figure? I said I came here with a mother's heart, not to mention a half figure. I can recognize you even if there is only one arm or one trouser leg in the crowd. What can compare with a mother's heart? She has followed her precious heart to this world. She is also happy, worried and concerned.

How time flies! When I sigh, my son in Grade Two is quietly studying in class, but my thoughts can't help flying over the barriers of the Millennium and staying in the details and memories of the past.

I think the closest time my son got along with me was the first year and a half of his life. At that time, he was learning a language, and he was a toddler. He was as cute as an elf God gave us. I taught him to read Tang poetry when I was playing with him very early. I taught him sentence by sentence the first time, two sentences the second time, and my son read the third and fourth sentences once and it was already catchy. He recited the words with unclear pronunciation properly, which often made me laugh, aroused a lot of poetic interest, and increased the confidence of many obedient children in teaching.

After a year and a half of maternity leave, my son's hard days came. In order to work, I put him in a family, delivered him early in the morning and picked him up after work at night. The middle-aged daughter-in-law and mother-in-law in that family help me with my children. They have to take care of themselves when eating, drinking and having fun, and only pay the nursing fee. After a while, my mother-in-law stopped taking care of our children on the grounds that she was in poor health and could not take care of her naughty son. When I go to work, I ride a bike every day to take my young son to the kindergarten where I work, and then I go to work.

At that time, my work was very busy and my discipline was very strict. I have to swipe my card into the gate before 7: 40 in the morning, so my son will be woken up from his sleep early every morning, and then I will help him pack his things mechanically and go out in a hurry. I remember it was 165438+ October in early winter. Fortunately, the weather is sunny and sunny, and it continues to be gratifying. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do in bad weather.

Every time I think about it, I feel deeply guilty. My son followed me everywhere since he was a child and suffered a lot. But he never bothers me or plays tricks on me. He seems to know that I don't have much time to deal with him, so he always looks at my face and listens. If one day his big eyes catch my relaxed and happy expression, he will chirp like a caged bird.

Due to some objective reasons, my son started kindergarten life from 1 year and 8 months, and after several transfers, he changed to four schools until he was four years old. At the busiest stage of our husband and wife's work, our son stumbled along with us. During this period, he and I have the deepest feelings. He likes to stick to me and tell stories. He likes me to take a walk with his little hand and listen to me tell him stories before going to bed. At that time, his favorite was the story of salmon. It was said that the strong and brave salmon swam upstream to the spawning ground thousands of miles away in order to give birth to their own baby. In the long journey, they experienced many difficulties and obstacles, avoiding fishermen's fishing and crazy bear's paw in the shallows, and countless fish mothers died halfway. They gave their lives to breed the next generation, but only a few fish mothers were lucky enough to escape the disaster and swim tenaciously to give birth.

The story of the big fish mother often makes my son listen attentively and let me tell it over and over again. His big blinking eyes are shining, as if spreading the wings of imagination, which shows that his small heart is full of reverence and gratitude for the word "mom".

The river of years always flows quietly, collecting dribs and drabs of crystal waves along the way, with memories, guilt and beauty. Whenever I see someone else's children being taken care of at home, I always think of the past that was distressing in distant times. My son was very independent in primary school. At that time, because I worked in double shifts and often worked at night, my wife was busy at work. In the evening, my son often does his homework at home alone. I'll call him and ask him about his family. I'll tell him not to open the door to strangers knocking at the door casually. He will go to bed on time after 9 o'clock. However, all the lights in the house will be on. He said he would be afraid if the lights were turned off. No matter how late we go home, my son gives us peace of mind with his independence, calmness and understanding.

Love is sweet, and the longer it lasts, the sweeter it will be. Children who grow up in an atmosphere of love will be filled with love and warmth. In the third grade of primary school, my son goes to school by bus. The school is not far from home, only five stops away. One day, my son whispered to me, "Mom, I want to give my seat to my grandparents who got on the bus, but I dare not." As soon as I listened to the music, I said, "Silly boy, it's good to give your seat to the old man. Why not? " As long as you are generous, others will praise you as a good boy. "Since then, every time he sees an older person by bus, he will take the initiative to give up his seat and be happy for his contribution. This habit has never changed.

Not long ago, he rode home from school, and I met him at the bus stop. He is carrying a big schoolbag and holding an out-of-season quilt in his arms. On the way, an old lady got on the bus with her little granddaughter, and her son immediately got up and gave up his seat, holding the quilt and standing all the way. It takes 50 minutes to go home by that line. When I arrived at the station, the old man and his son got off the bus together. When the old man saw me, he even said thank you several times, thanking the child for giving me his seat. Really sensible.

Although I was distressed that my son was carrying a heavy schoolbag and standing all the way with a quilt, I still praised the child's behavior. In today's materialistic society, many young people are indifferent to the existence of others and only have themselves in their hearts. Seeing the old people on the bus, they turned a blind eye and wondered where all the virtues of human nature had gone.

My son has a kind heart since he was a child. Every time he sees a beggar or a disabled person performing in the street, he will give his pocket money to others. I will be filled with indignation when I see some bad social behaviors outside. I will tell him not to go along with these behaviors when he grows up, but to take care of himself. Kindness is a person's minimum character. You may not achieve great things, but you must not become a person who harms society.

After entering junior high school, my son went to school by bike. Rain or shine, I watch my son go to school at seven every morning. Before eight o'clock in the evening, as long as I am at home, I will wait for my son to come home at the gate of the community on time. Once, I happened to see my son's composition. He wrote in his composition: Every time I go to school, I ride my bike and turn around and wave goodbye to my mother. I always feel that my mother's love surrounds me. She gives me strength and warmth, makes me feel the beauty of life, and makes me not lonely on the way forward.

My son's junior high school is an experimental class in a key prestigious school. In that class, my son's grades are average, and he doesn't show mountains and rivers, so he can't get special treatment from the teacher. There are only two things that impressed me the most after three years. One is that the head teacher accused his son of lying in front of the whole class, which is bad in nature.

The reason is that the teacher checked his homework on the first day after class in the afternoon. My son doesn't know why he forgot to write. He was afraid that the teacher would criticize him, so he made up an excuse that he forgot to bring his homework. I didn't expect the teacher to take out his mobile phone and call your parents to send it. The son immediately panicked and quickly admitted his mistake, saying that he actually forgot to write. The teacher was very stubborn and scolded his son in class.

Thanks to my son's cheekiness and calmness, there may be another tragedy of jumping off a building in this world. After returning home, my son told me about it with tears in his eyes. I also criticized him, saying that lying was wrong. Although I don't mean not to do my homework, I should explain the situation to the teacher and never use lies to deal with the teacher.

However, recalling what the teacher said, I felt uneasy. Lying should not be done, but how can it be bad in essence? Accusing a student with such radical words in front of the whole class will bring psychological harm to the students, and the children will be under pressure in all aspects of their future development.

That was the only time I called my teacher and talked for a long time, for forty minutes. I want to tell the teacher that knowing a son is like a mother, he has shortcomings, deficiencies, stubborn personality, neglect of expression, and is not good at conveying inner enthusiasm. He likes to be clever, likes to play games, doesn't work hard, is disorganized, is not in the state of study, and his grades are just so-so. I also scratch my head at these shortcomings, but the child is kind in nature and certainly not as serious as the teacher said. I also reviewed my mistakes. I didn't do my duty as a parent and didn't urge my children to finish their homework. I apologize. I thank the teacher for bringing up his children. I hope the teacher will be patient and disciplined.

At that time, the teacher said a sentence that ran through his son's junior high school time, that is, the sentence "not in the state." I don't know why this state miraculously came to an abrupt end after he stepped into the high school threshold. His entrance scores ranked tenth in his class, but he rose to the top step by step. I don't know anything about education, and I dare not comment on educational methods, but I appreciate the appreciation and encouragement of senior high school teachers, and treat students equally, which has stimulated children's enthusiasm for learning and tapped his hidden potential.

One more thing, just once. That time, my son got 58 points in the math test. Although his grades are average at ordinary times, the sudden landslide still frightened me, so I came to school to find a math teacher to understand the children's learning situation. The math teacher's words made me find some comfort, but at the same time they also poured cold water on me from another side. She said that as long as you study hard, your grades are promising, and the decline doesn't mean anything, but your children seem to have a precocious tendency, and everything they say and do is a bit sophisticated. I was so surprised that I didn't know how I got out of school.

In our daily life, children have developed a kind, strong and a little shy character since childhood, distinguishing right from wrong, reasoning and speaking like adults, but I have not found that children have the tendency of "precocity" and "conservatism" as the teacher said. I became overwhelmed and didn't know how to put it down. Just bury it in your heart. I told myself to trust my eyes and intuition, believe in all kinds of life experiences with my children, and don't let colored glasses obscure our yearning for clear Wan Li. It is one-sided to judge and draw conclusions only from one thing or one sentence.

Since then, I have never talked to my children about this matter, only telling them to be grateful for the training and teaching of the teacher. I think we will be encouraged if we change what the teacher said. After all, there are so many students in the class that it is impossible for the teacher to understand them carefully. The important thing is that the children are accompanied by us as parents.