It has been 22 days since I left my hometown and him. Every time I wake up from a dream, I think of the little one. Remembering the day 22 days ago when I had to leave home, looking at him in my arms, him feeding, him sleeping, him muttering in his sleep, him smiling, him crying, made me feel sour inside, dizzy, and teary-eyed. It's not that I'm not grateful for my mother-in-law taking care of him, but I just miss him so much. Every phone call makes me choke up and cry uncontrollably. When I saw mom, I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face, sobbing uncontrollably. Mom also scolded me with red eyes, saying I couldn't be like this, or my mother-in-law would be upset and it wouldn't be good for my health. Since the evening of the fifth day of the lunar year, I've been unable to control my tears. On the morning of the sixth day, sitting on the bus, I cried countless times, feeling dizzy and disoriented, everyone around me seemed dazed. My husband was at a loss, could only quietly embrace me and let me vent. Words were useless, I couldn't control myself, I always cried to my husband saying he simply doesn't understand how much I miss DouDou and BeiBei... But deep down, I know he misses them too, it's just that men and women express their feelings differently. He always quietly looks at pictures and videos, unlike my overt tears. Crying is always a woman's forte, otherwise why do they say women are made of water.
Thank you for staying by my side during my extreme anxiety, lack of security, and excessive mourning, giving me hugs, comfort, warmth, chatting with me, listening to me, walking with me, singing to me. Because of you, I have happiness!
Every day I call home, asking about DouDou's eating, drinking, toileting, and BeiBei's mischief-making. These calls always make me happy. As long as you're all safe and well, I'm at peace, there's nothing better than that! DouDou is getting more mischievous every day. He hides in the cradle waiting for adults to play with him. If he isn't picked up for too long, he cries loudly wanting someone to hold him. Relatively speaking, DouDou is easier to take care of than BeiBei was at his age, maybe because he hasn't been coddled as much, forming a slightly stricter routine. They say the first child is gold, the second silver, the third and fourth are copper and iron.
This little rascal, BeiBei, repeats whatever the adults say, busy all day long. If he can't touch the stove, he'll grab a broom and sweep the floor. After sweeping, he'll grab a mop and wet the whole floor, scattering vegetables picked from the field everywhere... I've never seen him sit still for more than a minute, where does he get all this energy from? Reading, writing, eating candy and rotting teeth, carrying buckets to feed chickens, climbing to collect clothes, loving to rock the horse, riding bikes, playing ball... All these are his catchphrases. Whatever he thinks of, he says out loud, making people laugh!
If you ask: "Where is BeiBei from?"
He'll say: "GaoMing."
"What's daddy's name?"
"WeiGuang"
"What's mommy's name?"
"XiaoYu"
"Who's son (in Hakka dialect) is BeiBei?"
"WeiGuang XiaoYu's son"
And he will laugh!
There are endless funny stories about this little troublemaker. The days spent together last year while I was on maternity leave were precious. If I don't spend this innocent time with him, it will truly be regrettable! If possible, I should definitely keep him by my side. If it's really not possible, I must try my best to make up for it!
Mom and Dad love you - you are our treasures - Wang Hanwen, Wang Zihan!