Today, my husband sent his daughter on the plane, and I breathed a sigh of relief that my "little enemy" was finally gone. Although I couldn't get used to some of my daughter's living habits at home, when we left, we hugged each other, and our hearts were a little sour. Looking at her messy room, instead of her usual angry emotions, her heart was a little empty. This is the daughter she raised, how disgusted and nagging she is at home, and how much she cares when she goes out.
My daughter graduated from graduate school this year, interned in an accounting firm at the end of December, and came back on the 27th of December. There's nothing else to do when I come back, it's just to catch up on sleep. The annual review of the firm is very busy, often working overtime until 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening, and the little white who has just entered the workplace is really a little unbearable. I slept for two days in a row, sleeping until three o'clock in the morning, almost eleven o'clock, even when I woke up, I lay on the bed and played with my mobile phone, and my husband and I shouted many times and didn't get up. At noon, my husband carefully prepared the meals that his daughter liked to eat, and only then did he get up under the fragrance of the meals, and after eating, he continued to stick to the bed to look at his mobile phone and sleep. My husband and I looked at each other, why did you raise such a girl? Why don't you come back and talk to us about the work of the firm? Sometimes her husband told her a few words, she should be diligent in her work, and take the initiative to work with the leader. She still laughed a little at her father's old-fashioned thinking, what age is this, and you still use your thoughts to ask us? I advise my husband, she will handle the daughter's affairs by herself, let's not worry about it, the two generations really can't communicate.
However, the girl still has a heart. I used my small internship salary to buy some local specialties, and I also bought a very expensive cigarette for my husband, who was so happy that he was cooking food and serving his daughter.
I like a passage in Long Yingtai's "Eye Delivery", the so-called father-daughter-mother-son game just means that your fate with him is to constantly watch his back gradually drift away in this life and this life. You stand at this end of the path, watching him fade away at the bend in the path, and he silently tells you with his back: don't chase. ”
We can never keep up with our children, so we can only stay at home and be their strong support. When they are tired and tired, we will always be their warmest harbor.