原创/ Crazy麻麻
From this Monday, I took my maternal leave, earlier than I had planned. I thought I could hold on to it until several days before the delivery, but then both my physical condition and the consideration for my first child reminded me to ask for leave earlier, the latter one being the more appealing reason.
I was afraid that there would be less time for me to accompany him after his younger sister or brother came into our family. So it's quite meaningful for my parenthood to take more days off before the delivery.
These days, my son eat, play, read, wash, and sleep with me. So my mother could spend the early morning jogging in the nearby park, which is a good way to build up her body, getting her prepared for the coming baby-nursing task at the same time.
My son has been more intimate with me than before, almost doing nothing without me. He will ask me to pull off his trousers to pee, give him the spoon and little bowl to eat, and arrange for his little books to read, take off his clothes to sleep, etc. A little hard as they are for me in the last trimester, I still feel they're all worthwhile.
I know he is happier to have me keep him company than to have anyone else. Despite the fact that the chief carer earlier for him was his grandma, he still loves to do things with me. I can feel the strong bond between mother and son through every trivial thing.
I continue doing the housework and preparing dinner for the family so that I can take things easy. Seeing the room tidy and clean, ensuring my son to be content with the maternal love, and keeping on reading my favorite English novel, I think I can gather enough courage from these ordinary days to face the coming trial.
I love these days. They are filled with not only hard work, but also feelings of felicity and satisfaction. By the way, the sky for this winter has been blue, sometimes even azure, without much haze. Unlike the sky in the winter of 2015 when I became a mother for the first time, it has given me more hope for the future.
2017.11.17
