My son has grown up

　　Since ancient times, the fish and bear's paw can not be both, there must be gains, away from the wonderful outside, imprisoned in a small space, lonely time often secretly tears, think about the outside world, the heart will be tempted, can only do this life in the cage of the bird, no longer fly the day? The pain at the bottom of the heart may only be known to oneself, to say out can only become the laughing stock of others, to get the consolation is only if I had known it would not be necessary at the beginning. The good thing is that my son's cleverness and loveliness have smoothed out the loneliness and enriched my mediocre life, my son is my life and has transformed me from a small complainer into a happy mother.

　　I don't want to think about it, but I heard my son say with tears in his eyes: "Mom, you've worked hard. You've worked hard".

　　The three months of summer ended in travel, to let my son go out to see the world, while there is enough time, it is also a kind of growth training, from my son's behavior can be seen, during the harvest a lot, as if growing up overnight.

　　The school year was about to start again, and although my son was enrolled in a local university and we could visit him whenever we wanted, it was the first time in 18 years that my son was living in a sedan chair.

　　 The alarm clock woke us up at 5:00 a.m., we hurriedly washed up, counted our luggage, and caught the first bus, with the soft morning breeze whispering in our ears and hope ahead. I got on the bus and found a double row of seats, my son sat down next to me and took my head, and leaned it on his shoulder.

　　The first time was when he was delinquent in his homework and I tore up his workbook and rewrote it all, hating his dishonesty and beating him severely until he begged for forgiveness and wrote a review.

　　The second time was in the fifth grade, my son secretly took money at home and accidentally dropped it under his desk, and was found by his class teacher. My son refused to admit it, and then I had to do the family law before my son admitted that he had taken it several times, and the most he had taken was 100 yuan, I was furious, and after the beating, I also broke down.

　　The third and final time, my son was in his second year of junior high school last semester, midterm exam results fell, originally I did not blame him much, as long as he continued to work hard can still catch up, things are so coincidental, that day, suddenly found a large pile of novels, comics under my son's bed, at that time, the idea of hate can not be ironed out, continue to do so can only drop out of school, think about the streets of those who can not be disciplined I think about the kids on the street who can't be disciplined, idle all day, nothing to do, is this my son's tomorrow? I did not dare to think about it, did not dare to think about it, picked up a broom leaf and hit my son like crazy, and did not allow his father to pull, but the god of the reason was still awake, told himself that he could not take a rough stick to beat, accidentally will ruin the child. I was tired of beating my son, and only after he begged for mercy on his knees did he stop, the broom leaves were painful and itchy, and my heart was not painful, my son said he remembered that after I beat him, I did not eat for a day, my eyes were red, and I went to see him secretly at night, touching his injuries and shedding tears.

　　I was dumbfounded to hear my son's memory, so clear, the time and place are described meticulously, I could not speak for half a second, could not be my son's resentment, a sourness rushed to my heart. My son saw the melancholy in my eyes and patted my shoulder as if to comfort me. I half-jokingly asked my son if he was holding a grudge against his mother, and my son said seriously that he was remembering, but not hating, his parents, he only had a grateful heart, if not for the three dozen that year, he could not have been there today, could not have taken a key university acceptance letter. Perhaps long ago to give up school and put into the muckraking industry.

　　Listen to the son's testimony, my eyes are hot, my son has finally grown up, can distinguish right from wrong, understand parents, emotional, I softly sighed: I envy other people's teaching methods, sometimes listening to others, his children from childhood to adulthood, can not spare a finger, while I can only be stupid to, with the most primitive domestic violence test education. My son took me in his arms and said comfortingly, "What child does not make mistakes? A small mistake is not corrected, a big mistake is coming, a small hole is not mended, and a big hole will be born. If you indulge me, it's your fault, everyone grows up in different ways, the most correct way to teach each person, no matter which way is love, listen to my son's words, the heart is so touched.

　　An hour's drive soon entered the university gates, we dragged the bulky luggage, my son asked in front of the new student's enrollment procedures, under the leadership of sophomores and juniors, my son did all the formalities, thinking back to my son from elementary school to high school, every period is I handle the admission procedures, this time, I just play the role of a schoolboy, that feeling is very happy, very happy.

　　My son has finally grown up, or maybe my son has grown up long ago, but I didn't let go and let him go on his own, because I couldn't let go. In the eyes of many people, we are more like siblings, and this time is no exception. The school has rules, the door is written in eight big words: boys' dormitory, girls' stop. During the school year, parents are allowed in and out. I walked into the dormitory and was stopped by the doorman who shouted, "That girl, you can't go in." I explained that I was a parent and the doorman gave a belated oh and my son laughed his head off in front of me. We fought like friends and went upstairs, it was a good feeling.

　　After lunch, I should go back, my son insisted to send me to the bus station, the morning out to buy supplies for my son, back and forth bus, has been sitting a little dizzy, my son did not feel comfortable I go alone, also followed the car, until the transfer to the bus station, send me to the car also read to buy me some snacks to control motion sickness, before waving his hand away.

　　Looking at my son's distant back, a feeling of happiness that cannot be expressed in words, my son has grown up.