On Friday, I got off work early to cook with Brother Wei and Sister-in-law Wei, and waited for Doudou to come back from school and have dinner to learn sketching. www.biquge.info The child has been pestering for two years to learn to draw, and this semester my mood is better, and the child is older, so I will take time to study on Friday night.

Doudou participated in the school's charity bazaar, sold his own things, and donated the proceeds to the school as a public welfare fund.

In the morning, I told my children to remember their evening studies, and promised to do well, I didn't want to see the shadow at 7:00 immediately, and called the teacher and classmates to turn off the phone, which was really anxious!

Doudou suddenly called back and said that he hadn't left the school gate yet, because he forgot to look at the time, and remembered that it was almost 7:00. I was already angry on the phone, worried about her safety, and angry at her carelessness! I really wanted to learn but didn't really care.

The bicycle was locked in the carport because it was too late, and the child walked home, must have trotted all the way, carrying a 20-pound big schoolbag, which was really difficult for the child, and he arrived home in ten minutes.

Before my anger subsided, I asked her to go out immediately to go to the painting class, and Uncle Wei handed Doudou a few pieces of bread and a bag of milk to Doudou and went out.

By the time the bus arrives at the station, it's already 7:30, and as soon as you get off the bus, the child runs all the way to the activity center!

Looking at the child's thin, lonely and hurried back, my heart was instantly pierced by sadness! Such a child was blamed by me again and again in life, and yelled at again and again! Self-blame filled my heart!

Isn't the child just playing a little longer? It's not just playing, it's doing something meaningful, because it's late and I don't give her dinner and force her to go to a hobby class in a hurry! Motherhood -- what have I done?

I don't praise my children too much when they do well, and I keep blaming them when they don't do well. Is this the image of my mom that I always wish I could be?

When did I stop having a tolerant heart for my children?

Although the world is difficult, don't I exist to fill up the child's broken love? I lie in my own sorrow and cannot extricate myself! But the child's weak life has to bear the blame from the mother in addition to the misfortune of life?!

I'm guilty!

Remind myself again and again -- children should be cared for by love and tolerance! But I often can't do it! Every time I see a child's frightened eyes, my heart hurts! But often I can't control myself!

The child is still growing, I hope I can do my original intention: to give the child a warm, relaxed, sunny sky, as long as she grows up happily and healthily, can support herself, no matter how the achievement is!2013.4.1