Having a baby is like opening a blind box. There are little angels and little demons. It is difficult to take care of my baby when it is a few months old. I think other children sleep when they are full, and don't cry or make trouble. But my baby is a chatterbox. He never drinks good milk. He always drinks and plays for a while, then communicates with us in his "baby language" for a while. He cried when we ignored him.
Later, when he grew up, he was as difficult as when he was a child, but my mood changed, because when I found that I was unhappy, he would hold me with a fleshy little hand, smile sweetly at me, and when he grew up, he would call his mother with milk. That moment was very healing. Perhaps this is what we often say, "mentality determines everything." Now whenever I can't handle him, I won't feel bored with him, but will regard it as a game of "wits and courage" and then upgrade my parenting knowledge.
In the process of learning and raising children, I really realized what it is to give and get. How much time, energy and money I spend on him, he will make corresponding progress. Moreover, I have broadened my knowledge and increased the fun of life in the process of upgrading myself. Being a mother is really happy. He is my best gift for Mother's Day, so everything he gives me is priceless and worth cherishing.