Professional women and stay-at-home mothers-raising children is the process of their own growth 3.

We graduated in our twenties, then plunged into the job market, fell in love and got married, and lived in an orderly way, either busy or idle.

No matter how busy we are, we can find time to watch movies, eat with friends, go shopping and take selfies. In the company, we have our own position, our own scope of work, and make our own money. Sometimes we think it would be better to have more money, and sometimes we think it would be better to have more time.

Suddenly one day, I found that I was going to have a baby and be a mother, so I became a treasure in the eyes of others and could be taken care of everywhere. Everyone recommends all kinds of delicious food and drinks. Wherever I go, I am loved by people around me, and my life is beautiful and happy.

(3) years of ignorance

However, from the moment the baby was born, I found that everything changed a lot, except those who were helpful. Helpless mothers are about to start being full-time mothers. Not only do you have to bear that everything will be cancelled, but you also have to accept your deformed self, accept quarreling with your child's father, take on all the work of taking care of the child and take on all the housework.

Maybe many people will say: Isn't that how women come? Yes, it seems that everything in the past years was beautiful, relaxed, free and favored.

I am no exception. When I changed from my previous identity to my mother's position, I adapted bit by bit. When my daughter 19 months old in July, I finally couldn't stand it. I can't breathe at home. I want to work and earn my own money, because I always earn my own money to support myself. But what about my children?

Watching my father go to work in July every day, I began to envy him. The floor at home is still carefully cleaned every day, clothes are carefully hand-washed, and vegetables are cooked over and over again. Children cannot do without half a step and need all-round care. I am willing to do all this, but I just feel that my social status has lost and I am isolated from the outside world. Everything I do seems to be repeating, and my sense of value is intangible.

Only the joys and sorrows of July can bring me some comfort. I feel that I am beside a big stage, but I am not a participant. I didn't have a chance to go on stage, and I couldn't see the performance on stage.

So in July of1September, I couldn't help longing. One day, I took July to the community to play and saw the newly opened kindergarten in the community so spectacular. The three-story colorful building stands proudly in the middle of the community, and I suddenly had an idea: I really don't trust such a small child to let her go to kindergarten! If I can also be a teacher in kindergarten, we can be together and I can have a job. It was several years before I realized how stupid my absurd idea was.

My goal is to be able to work and take care of children. I can find my own sense of value and keep my children from leaving their mothers. I am very motivated and try to take my children to the interview: although I didn't study related majors, I have more than enough academic qualifications and majors, not to mention the scarcity of kindergarten teachers. So I wanted to work and seek a sense of value. I came to this kindergarten with my little July and started a period that I always regretted and regretted.

Kindergarten is not as warm, harmonious and warm as imagined, and being a teacher is not as amiable and gentle as being interpreted on TV.

In less than a week, everything in kindergarten has subverted my previous impression in my mind. It is not so easy for a new kindergarten teacher to get all the children in the class to follow him, so he must learn from scratch.

But no matter what I face, my mind has been made up and the challenge has begun. I never knew that such a small July was placed in a strange field, but I couldn't get close to my mother. Especially in the first few days, I cried all over the corridor and struggled to control myself. God knows why I tortured each other like this.

July is a small class. I am in the classroom, next to her. In class, she will lean against the door between two classes. As long as she can open it, she will come to me She never listens to the teacher and always runs around the classroom every day. The corner of this book is always turned over. When eating, there is no need for the teacher to feed her, and the table is full of rice grains.

Later, I thought: in her world, what is she thinking? How does a little girl explain why her mother doesn't hug her and why she takes other children to play? Whether I am in Montessori classroom or Orff music classroom, she can appear in front of me inadvertently. Her teacher has a bad headache. She couldn't concentrate on herself in July. Sometimes in July, she secretly ran from the classroom on the second floor to the first floor to find me, and her teacher would run all over the building to find her.

Later, I took an early education class. My classroom is crowded with parents who bring their children to class. July always appears in our classroom occasionally. For me, I am afraid that she will affect the classroom and always let the teacher take her away. My parents often say to me: how cruel it is to children, yes! At that time, the children in early childhood classes were all as old as July, and they were still playing in their mother's world. Everything was dominated by their mothers. In July, her class teacher called them heroes and had been wandering in the rivers and lakes of kindergarten for a long time.

I stayed in kindergarten with July for a year, and it was a year before children of her age began to attend kindergarten. During this year, I jumped out of the trap of being a full-time mother and became a great teacher in kindergarten, which was praised by many parents. What did you get in July this year? Do you adapt to kindergarten life earlier than other children? No, she didn't adapt to kindergarten life in the next few years.

In kindergarten, I always go my own way and don't want to obey all the teachers' arrangements. I don't know if I was born or if my mother and daughter are in the same kindergarten this year.

A year later, for some reasons, I quit my job and went back to the day when I was full-time at home with July. But at this time, I spent most of July in kindergarten. During the day, I can go shopping or chat with my friends.

But I still don't want to rely on my father in July to support my family. I don't want to be a full-time mother, but I have to find a job that is more stable than when I went to kindergarten in July, and I have to see her off early in the morning and pick her up late.

Therefore, the first factor for me to find a job is to meet the time requirements. Many mothers say that they can't work with their children, but I think as long as they eliminate difficulties one by one, they will definitely not find them, but the difficulties are certain.

Then I took part in the work. One of the most devoted jobs in my life is planning children's outdoor activities, enrolling students and taking care of teachers. At that time, I was very busy on Saturday and Sunday, and sometimes I had to take July with me.

What impressed me most was that I took July to our two-day and one-night activities. I am the core person in charge of the whole activity. Three teachers and I led 18 students to a beautiful place for two days and one night. After that, I always see the photos of that activity, and my eyes are full of tears. On the one hand, that activity was the most satisfactory one among many activities I carried out. Life in nature makes children really happy. On the other hand,

At the end of the afternoon activity, I organized the activity and prepared to wash the apples for the children. When I came back, I found July crying loudly in the corridor, and all the other children were around her. It turned out that because she was too young, her brother and sister opened the door too hard and hit her on the head. Because it is my own child, I simply looked at it and it was only red, so I quickly coaxed it and then organized other children to prepare to go home.

When I sent all the children to my parents, I remembered to look at the head of July. As soon as I developed it, I was dumbfounded. There is a big hole on the left and a big bag on the right, and the blood is covered by hair. I'm still thinking, but it's not someone else's child. At that time, July was too small, and all the brothers and sisters who participated in the activities were in the third and fourth grades. As a mother, I feel very guilty. If I don't take her, I'll be fine.

What an enviable thing it is that others think I can work and take my children to play. Actually, it's not like this. It's too difficult to be a mother and a teacher at the same time.

At work, I felt my father's support and respect in July, and our close relationship was much better than when I was not working. In this way, when I was growing up in July, I worked intermittently, sometimes as a full-time mother.

I sometimes complain that my father deprived me of the right to work in July, because I have to sacrifice someone to take care of my children and my family. The word "sacrifice" is used because for ordinary families, once they stay at home full-time, it means leaving society and friends, which means that their social skills are gradually weakening, which means that the world in their eyes is getting smaller and smaller, which means that the gap with the other half is getting bigger and bigger.

Yes, my father's career got better and better in July. I can only rely on a certain period of work to recharge my batteries. Many times, I have to focus on children. Many companies are reluctant to hire such a worried mother.

I often think that in this life, no matter how many difficulties there are, I can't let myself fall behind, and I can't let myself feel empty and worthless when I am old. I don't know if this idea is normal from a psychological point of view.

So when I'm not working, I keep studying, buy all kinds of books, and go to class every year to learn all kinds of things I'm interested in. After the precipitation of life, and because I also have time when I am not working, I find that I used to know how to work hard. Life is colorful, we should watch and taste while walking.

Whether it is a full-time mother or a professional woman, I think it is a way of life for women. Some people have to work and want to be full-time mothers, while others have to be full-time mothers and have no job opportunities. What kind of lifestyle to choose, in addition to the state that life throws at us, there are our own choices. (To be continued)