A self-report of a post-90s mother

On December 13, 2017, I upgraded from a fresh graduate to a mother.

There are no twists and turns in the ordinary days.

It was winter when I gave birth to her. I remember the day I was discharged from the hospital, the air was a bit cold and the wind was strong, which made my hair messy.

She is in my arms, so small, her face is not even as big as my hand. Her skin is very fair, like mine (please praise me).

Princesses who have given birth to children all know that the confinement period is actually very hard. But fortunately, Zaizi’s father is very responsible, and he took care of me throughout my confinement period.

I always thought that confinement lasted for 30 days, but it was Zaizi’s father who made me realize that it lasted for 42 days.

In fact, I feel that I am quite rebellious (cow-tempered). The day after the baby was born, I got out of bed and went to the nursery to watch her swim. Within two days, I started taking showers even before I was discharged from the hospital (don’t imitate me, you must take good care of your body).

The days of confinement are leisurely. Although Zaizi’s father helps me, sometimes she sleeps like a pig and snores loudly (shhhhhhhhhhhhh). I know, he is actually quite tired.

Fortunately, everything is fine after confinement. The boy started to grow fat and fleshy, and his face felt great when he pinched it.

The days are getting longer. Ever since I was born, I have been looking forward to my baby growing up quickly. I want her to read quickly so that I can free my hands.

But I never thought that one day I would also miss my baby very much.

I have been instilling in my son the idea of ??reading since she was two years old. I asked her every now and then if she wanted to go to school. I told her that there are many little brothers and sisters in the kindergarten to play with you, and there are many, many toys.

Fortunately, she was not against it and even followed my advice and wanted to go to school. Of course I'm happy. Because I finally don’t have to face the little kid every day. When my son was two and a half years old, I sent her to the kindergarten class.

I started a life of pick-up and drop-off between two points and one line.

My cub is great, very smart, and very popular with the teacher.

But school life is not so peaceful. One day, her arm was bitten by a classmate! (I felt so distressed when I saw the tooth marks) But there is no way, she still needs to grow up. I can only comfort her, it won't hurt if my mother blows it.

Time flies.

At the end of 2020, the cub will be three years old.

Actually, Zaizi’s father and I have been discussing this.

Later, at the beginning of 2021, we finally left her at her grandparents’ house to continue schooling, while Zaizi’s dad and I went out to work.

The weather is fair today and not very cold in the morning.

Everything is arranged well, 2021.2.22 is the first day of her kindergarten. We took advantage of this time to go out to work.

Yes, just to avoid contact with her.

When I came to other places, I never thought that my heart would feel so painful.

When I arrived at the place, I didn’t think about calling her or making a video call. Because she was afraid of crying.

The day was uneventful.

What I didn’t expect was that my dad called me at around nine o’clock. I feel confident.

As soon as the loudspeaker was turned on, it was my son calling out to his mother in a crying voice. Mother. I kept crying until I couldn't speak.

The moment I heard it, my eyes were red. I want to cry too, but I can't. I couldn't let her hear me cry too.

The call did not last long. She may have clicked on the screen and accidentally hung up the phone. At this time, I was in a good mood and not that uncomfortable.

I saw Zaizi’s father coming into the room from outside. I know he heard it, the kid is the most attached to him. He didn't feel well either. I saw that his eyes were very red. I rarely see him like this, only twice in my memory. This should be the reason why a man will not shed tears easily.

Soon, the second call came.

Then I actually had a bit of a breakdown. Because Zaizi said he missed me.

Zai Zi said with a crying sound, Mom. I miss you. Mother. I am very obedient and I listen to my grandparents.

I know. It was her grandparents who taught her what I said.

She also remembers that I told her to call her parents when she misses them. Be good and listen to your grandparents. Mom and dad went to work to make money to buy you many toys and beautiful little dresses.

She slowly calmed down.

My cub is really well-behaved.

Then today, February 22, I finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

Miss her.