Translated…
People often say, “children’s words shouldn’t be taken seriously”, because children speak the truths, but more often than not, the truths that came out of children’s lips also hurts the worst.
Once I’d found that the underside of my garment had a few small holes the size of a grain of rice, and I was wondering when I was so careless that I’d gotten them, my husband told me, “It’s probably the washing machine”. I’d nodded, “there were three holes in a row, looks like they were from the hooks of my underwear, it’s just that I’d placed the undergarments inside separate washing bags, it’s really odd!”, at which time, my daughter chimed in, “Mom, could they be made by the excess fat on your belly?”
Excess fat? So much so, that it’s broken through my cloth? I only have a slight tummy that showed, the excess fat! It’s so awful that my daughter had stated such! I was so totally angered by her, and was ready to grill her, but, I saw that look of sincerity on her face, and, I’d just smacked her bottoms twice. She was, seriously, contemplating why mommy’s clothes had holes, she did not have the intentions of making fun of my weight gain at all.
I was naturally bad with directions, gladly, my husband is excellent, so, as I’d gone out, I’d not needed to remember which roads to take, just followed my husband. One time we’d gone shopping at the wholesales place, and my daughter needed to go to the restrooms, my husband decided that he will load what we bought onto the car, and after I’d taken our child to the restrooms, then, we’ll meet up with him in the parking lot, but, I could’ve never imagined, that we’d gotten lost, in that wholesales place we’d shopped at god knows how many times before! In the end, my husband was the one who came back, and found us.
I’d originally thought, that that, was the end of that, but, on day, a little while later, my husband had gone out for something, I’d asked along my daughter to shop with me at the nearby shopping mall, she’d immediately told me no, “No, then, we won’t make it back home safe and sound!” “How? We just won’t buy so many things!” “But, you would get lost, I don’t want to go out with you!” it’d left me silent.
On Chinese Valentine’s Day, we’d prepared sesame oil chicken and glutinous rice for the offerings, I’d refrigerated the glutinous rice, planned to save it for dinner for the next day, the very next day, I’d opened up the refrigerator doors, and, I just, couldn’t find the food. I’d asked my husband if he’d seen it? He’d told me to look in the freezer, he knows, that sometimes, when I’m too busy, I had, misplaced things. But………”Nope, it’s not in the freezer, but, I did put it into a box yesterday.” In the end, I’d found, that boxed up glutinous rice was stuffed, underneath the cabinet below the stove, it didn’t get refrigerated, and it’d already, gone bad.
My daughter saw how awful I was feeling, she’d rushed over to me, to console me, “Mom, you’re only in your thirties, you’re not, demented, are you?” hear it, does that sound like consoling? More like giving me an EXTRA stab in the back!
Normally, I’d loved rolling around on the bed with my child, tickling her so very hard, she’d begged me to stop, it has the thrill of revenge, and, she’d enjoyed it anyways. On this day, we were going at it, and my daughter hounded on me, said, “Mom, wait! When you frowned, I saw something on your forehead, it’s————”, what the hell does this kid want to say? If she DARE says that there are three vertical lines, or three horizontal lines with one vertical line down the middle, I will tickle her so hard until she cries!
“It’s so cool, there’s a MAZE on your forehead!”, my daughter was in all smiles, with absolutely NO clue, that she’d stepped, on my landmine. “What do you mean a maze?”, even for an eighty year old woman, she still wouldn’t have a “maze” on her forehead, my daughter better has a reasonable explanation. But, no matter how she’d planned to explain herself, I’d already begun, tickling her like crazy, she’d started screaming and rolling on the bed at the same time, panting hard, and said, “I guess, mom must be thinking of a maze, that, was why there’s a maze on your forehead!”
What sort of a messed up explanation IS that? Seeing how she didn’t mention anything about “wrinkles”, I’d forced myself to stop tickling her. Ahhhhh, the years, they’re not kind at all, especially not to us, women. Could it be, that I’m really, older, could that be the reason why, I felt hurt by her childish words?
So, this may well be the beginning of the generation gap between you and your child, but, from what’s described in the interactions, you can see, that the mother and daughter are very close to one another, that, was why the daughter would blurt the things out to her mom, because she feels safe to.
Life, the Obstacle Course 