May 23, 217, "Rebirth Day"!

(We celebrate our son's "rebirth"! )

(It's strange to be unhappy with my precious son on one side and my old Bao Er mother on the other, hehe! )

May is the day when festivals "get together": May 1st, May 4th, Mother's Day, Dragon Boat Festival, 52, 527, and Helping the Disabled Day. However, there is another special festival in May in our family, and I named it "Rebirth Day"!

May is a colorful and vibrant season. In this charming season, "God of Destiny" sent us a special gift: University Notice!

in this era when college students are grasping a lot, why does a notice that is too ordinary to be ordinary surprise me so much? Next, I want to meet my parents and share our story: Internet addiction is not a disease, but it will kill you if you get sick!

I have to start from the beginning. I have a disability, and the age of finding a partner is high or low. Some people even suspect that I can't have children, but the next year after marriage, we are "happy to have a baby". Although our life is not very rich, we are happy and warm! I have a husband who treats me like a treasure, and a smart and lovely baby, but it doesn't last long. Just when my son was just five years old, a cold caused severe asthma. It was a terrible time. Although his son had severe asthma, he loved reading, was smart and lovely, and was a good boy everyone loved. He was always at the top of the class, and his son became ill soon. He couldn't take medicine every time and had to be infused. So as not to delay the class as much as possible. Later, when the grade is high, when there is self-study, he will delay one class at most, and try not to delay the regular class as much as possible. Many times, he coughs badly in class, and the teacher says, if you can't, go back first. The son says, teacher, let me insist. If I go back like this, I can't read this book ...

Every time my son finishes infusion, the needle is pulled out, and he starts to rush to school.

Later, in my son's worst two years, I took medicine for a long time. Every night, when I had a bad cough, I had to get up to get medicine for my son. When my son was sleepy, he got up and didn't open his eyes. I put the medicine in my son's mouth ...

I had to lose fluids every other week for seven days at a time, and hospitals in big cities went everywhere, but my condition didn't get any better. Finally, I took my son to the county seat with crutches to find Chinese medicine. The medicine for asthma was snake skin and other insects. Once I opened the lid of the medicine jar to see the medicine. The boiled snake skin looked like a real snake, and I almost dropped the medicine jar.

Every time the illness is the most serious, the teacher asks the students to take their homework home and do it. In the worst case, the son can't sleep on his back, with several pillows stacked behind him and sleeping on his back. His lips are purple, and every breath is accompanied by singing. Every time he breathes, there is a deep pit under his throat, which is so heavy that his breath is hard to breathe. Every time his son falls asleep, tears are hanging from his eyes. The son's breathing, blue lips, emaciated figure and painful and helpless expression are a kind of torture to his parents! During those days, my son and I didn't have a good sleep, that is, when it was not obvious during the day, it was either coughing or ringing at night, so I lost sleep for more than ten years!

obviously at the age of play, my son can't run, jump or do any violent movements. We see it in our eyes and feel pain in our hearts. At that time, the words that hung on my lips the most were: If only mom could take your place; If I can choose, I would like to exchange your excellent grades for good health!

Later, one year before my son was going to junior high school, I thought my son was ill, so I really didn't feel at ease to live in the school. Because he was allergic, we didn't know the allergens. He often fell ill suddenly, and it was impossible to prevent him. When he became ill, he suddenly couldn't breathe, and he couldn't move, so I was going to accompany him. At this time, God played a "joke" with me again, and his disabled leg was seriously injured, so he set up a pair. I had to give up accompanying students. When my son started school, I couldn't walk steadily. It was the teacher who helped me to the classroom steps. My mother-in-law told the teacher: vilen can't have strenuous exercise, he can't run well, he can't get into physical education class well, and once he gets sick, he must be infused in time. Because he is still allergic, he must lose a few specific drugs. I am embarrassed to say that I am long-winded. From then on, my son didn't tell me when he got sick, for fear that I was worried. I didn't tell me until I was better. I felt that my son had grown up and was sensible, and his heart that had been tense had been relaxed a little bit. On Sunday night (my son went home once a week), I sighed in my diary: My son's even breathing is the most wonderful "music" in the world! This feeling can only be understood by people who are tortured to death by asthma!

But just when I was relieved, at the end of the second day of junior high school, the teacher suddenly called and said, Mom, vilen, do you know that your son plays mobile games? I said I didn't know. At that time, I gave him a mobile phone just to care about his health in time. I didn't know that mobile phones could also play games?

At that time, his score dropped from the top five to twenty-two, and I burst into tears. I thought he would catch up and catch up in the next monthly exam, but I didn't expect it to be easier to go downhill than uphill! After the parent-teacher conference, my son never entered the ranks of praise ...

When I was in high school, I started to accompany him. He said, Mom, as long as you are not a rich second generation, you can learn in high school! I never thought that when I was a sophomore, he didn't control himself. He developed from a mobile phone game to a computer game. When he came home from school, he stopped doing his homework and climbed on the computer. I did both soft and hard, regardless of things!

once, he was sick at home, didn't make up his homework, didn't eat or drink and soaked in the computer. I was anxious, so I removed the anchor of the computer. He simply didn't get up, didn't eat, said he didn't play, and life was no fun at all! After 2 days of tossing and turning, people lost a lot of weight and staggered when they walked. One day, I saw his hand hanging from the bed, pale and thin, and his brain was buzzing. If this goes on, I can't even keep a "bastard" son, so I compromised and we made a gentleman's agreement: I will anchor him until 11 o'clock at the latest in the evening and take him for a general examination the next day. Doing so will backfire ...

By the end of the second year of high school, he was "terminally ill" when he should have sprinted, so I had to transfer my husband who worked in Beijing. My husband, who had hardly said harsh words since childhood, hit his son who was almost as tall as him, and hit the child. It hurt in my heart! Our relationship between father and son, mother and child has deteriorated to the point where no one wants to say a word to anyone.

On the first day of the third year of senior high school, the teacher talked to our mother and son: He hurried ahead of me and came into the office. He said: Teacher: Please persuade my mother not to let me study. I am also giving marks in the class.

The teacher said: Don't you go to school to prepare for dopted mother?

He didn't even think about it. Tribaba said, Work!

God, he is eighteen years old. What he would never say when he was eight years old, I said it after eighteen years of education. At that time, I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground. I gave him a hard push on his shoulders with both hands: You should go! You should go! Because I feel that it is irreparable, I don't know how embarrassing it will be for me if I go on.

After he left, the teacher said, Don't be angry. I have been a teacher for so many years, and I have seen all the students. This is not the worst. You are not the worst student, and you don't understand the feeling of poor students in class. It is not too much to suffer and torture!

I said: Is this child crazy? Stupid? How else could you say such a thing?

The teacher said: He did it on purpose. In order to make you stop thinking about letting him continue to go to school, fortunately, now we have finished all the courses in Grade Two and Grade Three, and I can keep his student status. You can find him an interest class, pull him away from the computer and let him go to the art school! At that time, I will go to a good college, and the college is not closely related to the culture class, as long as he is interested.

I said a lot of sorry words to my teacher. I walked home from school in tears that day to save face. I am a person who is recognized as sunny and happy. At that time, I looked at the cars passing by in the street and thought, I won't feel sorry for dying in a car accident today, because I am so miserable and desperate that I really can't find a way out ...

In the days after that, our house was strangely quiet, and he was immersed in the computer. Hurry up, have a meal; What do you want to eat? All this is saved, because he can't finish a game, and he doesn't eat all the delicacies. When I make a meal, I eat it myself. When he doesn't eat, he waits for the next meal. From then on, he not only won't talk and communicate with me, but even relatives and friends come to my house, and he ignores anyone. I listen to him sometimes panting in front of the computer and sometimes giggling happily. I scolded him in my heart: this guy is really crazy. How can he laugh on a day without love and hope? I often make a determined effort in my heart. I just want to smash this "broken computer". I have been enemies with the computer. It has harmed my son's future and ruined the happiness of our family ... < P > The only time I communicate with him is when he occasionally gets sick, my "motherhood" will suddenly rise, and I will take him to the doctor at the first time and cook the best food for him. Only then did he call me mom and say, mom, do you still love me? Why don't you let me die? I will say: now I just want you to live! Yes! In those days, my only hope for him was that he was alive. What a pathetic mother!

The turning point of things came from his father's illness.

My husband, who works in Beijing, suddenly got herpes. I was so anxious that I couldn't eat or sleep well that I wanted to see him. But I repeatedly thought about whether I should bring my son. At that time, I felt particularly inferior. Isn't it a shame for my husband to think that his son didn't associate with anyone at that time and let his colleagues know that we have such a son? But I thought that my son should be filial when my father is ill, and I must take him with me. It was also that time that my nephew (my sister's son) wanted to take him out for a walk in order to save his brother, let him see the outside world, the wonderful outside, take him to his own university, and take him to Beidaihe for a trip on Sunday.

At the same time, my husband and I secretly went to see an Internet addiction doctor. The doctor said: Children from excellent students to the worst students can't find confidence in teachers and classmates; From baby to abandoned child at home, it is even more out of favor. He can only dominate the game and find self-esteem and sustenance. Now the game is baby's milk for him. To wean him, he must be supplemented with other "nutrients". What do you think is the result of a baby who can't eat suddenly? I froze for a moment! The doctor added: The best way is, first, not to hurt his self-esteem and make friends with his children; second, to cultivate his legitimate hobbies and divert his interest; If you want to change your child, you must first change yourself. Anyone who comes to show your child the internet addiction must first treat the parents ... < P > When my son returned to Beijing from his brother's university, my husband was dragging his sick body, and we played for the whole family for the first time for one day. On that day, we saw our son's long-lost smile. They walked in front of their father and son, and I subconsciously photographed their father and son's back side by side, which was so warm!

when I got home, I never said, "You are really embarrassing me! You are a disgrace to us. I only care about his life. On the one hand, I searched the streets for training courses that could cultivate his legitimate interests and hobbies. One day I asked my son, Son, do you like music? Or art? He said that he liked drum sets. At that time, I didn't think too much, just to distract him from the game. Since then, my son has slowly started to communicate with people. Every time after class, he goes around to see his grandmother, help her with her work, and buy her a small gift. I am surprised to find that my son has changed!

The single move started, and my son signed up naturally. He said that he liked art design, so I invited a famous art teacher in our county. My son followed me and had a talent for art. As a result, he left the first choice-Beijing Vocational College of Science and Technology with a good score of 544.

On the day when my grades came down, my son hugged me excitedly and patted me on the back and said, Mom, you are my second parents!

I don't understand: how can our biological parents be reborn?

My son said: When I was a child, I had severe asthma. You and my father were busy running around, seeking medical advice for me and saving my sexual name.

this time, you saved my heart! Mom, if you don't hire an art teacher for me, I don't even know I have a talent for art? I had no idea I was going to be good, okay? What's more, you still love me? Mom, I love you so much. My son's lips fell on my face like raindrops, and the happiness and sweetness in my heart spread ...

My son found his confidence again! We have found our good son who was motivated and sensible! That kind of surprise that was recovered, you know?

Therefore, I designated May 23rd, the day when the good news was delivered by express delivery, as the "rebirth day" of my beloved son!

In our hearts, this day is far more important than birthdays, and it is a day worth celebrating! It is a memorable day!

Finally, I want to talk about my son's illness. In the past, he always had asthma when he caught a cold. In the last year, the cold didn't cause the old illness, but he coughed a little. But recently, he caught a cold and coughed badly. I was so worried that he would gasp again at night, but my son said naughtily: Oh! The feeling of coughing is really rare, I haven't felt it for a long time! I said: people are worried to death, and you still say this. The son said: Mom, just put your heart back in your stomach! I have said goodbye to asthma! The son smiled cunningly. At night, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep. I asked, Son, your trachea didn't sound. Are you short of breath?

My son answered: Good mother, please go to sleep quickly. I repeat, I have really said goodbye to asthma! My son deliberately said goodbye very seriously ...

I'm really happy: my son has been reborn, mentally and physically! Our family has never been happier than now!

By the way, today I have exactly 1 articles with more than 16, words, and I am also happy for my persistence and progress!

May 27, 217