We celebrate the rebirth of our son! )

It's strange to have a baby son and an old Bao Er mother unhappy, hehe! )

May is the day of festival "gathering": May 1 day, May 4th, Mother's Day, Dragon Boat Festival, 520, 527, and Helping the Disabled Day. However, in our family, there is a special festival in May. I named it "Rebirth Day"!

May is a colorful and vibrant season. In this charming season, the "God of Destiny" gave us a special gift: the university notice!

In this era when college students catch a lot, why does an ordinary notice surprise me so much? Next, I want to meet my parents and share our story: Internet addiction is not a disease, but it will kill you!

I have to start from the beginning. I have a disability. At the age of finding a partner, it is high or low. Some people even suspect that I can't have children. But the next year after marriage, we "have a baby". Although our life is not very rich, we are happy and warm! I have a husband who regards me as a treasure, and a smart and lovely baby, but they don't last long. Just when my son turned five, a cold caused severe asthma. It was a terrible time. Although his son suffers from severe asthma, he loves reading, is smart and lovely, and is a good boy that everyone loves. He was always at the top of his class, and his son soon became ill. He can't take medicine every time, he must have an infusion. In this way, I try not to delay class. Later, when I arrived in high school, I would delay a self-study class at most and try not to delay regular classes. Many times, he coughed badly in class, and the teacher said, no, you go back first. The son said, teacher, let me insist. If I go back like this, I won't be able to read this book. ...

Every time my son finishes blood transfusion and needle withdrawal, he starts to rush to school. It pains me to see his haggard figure!

Later, in my son's worst two years, I took medicine for a long time. Every night, when I cough badly, I have to get up to get medicine for my son. When the son is sleepy, he gets up and doesn't open his eyes. I put the medicine in his mouth. ...

I have to lose fluids every other week for seven days. I have been to hospitals in big cities, but my condition has not improved at all. Finally, I took my son to the county to find Chinese medicine with crutches. The drugs for asthma are snakeskin and other insects. Once I opened the lid of the medicine jar to see the medicine. The boiled snake skin looks like a real snake, and I almost dropped the medicine can.

Every time the illness is the most serious, the teacher can't hold on to class for two days, so the teacher asks the students to take their homework home to do it. In the worst case, my son can't sleep while lying down, and he sleeps with a few pillows behind his back. His lips are purple, and every breath is accompanied by singing. Every time he breathes, there is a deep pit under his throat, so heavy that he can't breathe. Every time my son falls asleep, there are tears in his eyes, not crying. The son's breathing, blue lips, thin figure and helpless expression are a kind of torture to his parents! My son and I didn't sleep well in those days, that is, when it was not obvious during the day, we either coughed or rang at night, so we lost sleep for more than ten years!

Obviously, at the age of play, my son can't run, jump or do any drastic actions. We see it in our eyes, but the pain is in our hearts. At that time, the most talked about words were: if only mom could do it for you; If I can choose, I am willing to exchange your excellent grades for good health!

Later, the year before my son went to junior high school, I thought my son was ill and really didn't feel at ease to stay at school. Because he is allergic, we don't know the source of allergies. He often falls ill suddenly, can't breathe, and can't move, so I'm going to accompany him, but at this time, God played a "joke" on me again. His disabled leg was seriously injured, and he was on crutches and broke a leg. I have to give up accompanying students. My son just started school, and I can't even walk steadily. It was the teacher who helped me to the classroom steps. My mother-in-law told the teacher: Willem can't do strenuous exercise, can't run well, and can't go to physical education class well. Once she is sick, she must be infused in time. Because he is still allergic, he must lose some specific drugs. I'm embarrassed to say I'm wordy. From then on, my son was ill and didn't tell me for fear that I would be worried. Don't tell me until I feel better. I feel that my son has grown up and is sensible, and my heart that has been tight has relaxed a little. On Sunday night (my son comes home once a week), I sighed in my diary: my son's even breathing is the most wonderful "music" in the world! This feeling can only be understood by people who are tortured to death by asthma!

But just when I was a little relieved, at the end of the second day of junior high school, the teacher suddenly called and said, mom, vilen, do you know your son plays mobile games? I said I don't know. At that time, I gave him a mobile phone just to care about his health in time. I didn't even know that mobile phones could play games?

At that time, his grades dropped from the first five to twenty-two, and I was in tears. I thought he would catch up in the next monthly exam. I didn't expect downhill to be easier than uphill! After the parent-teacher conference, my son never praised him again. ...

I've been with him since high school. He said: mom, as long as you are not a rich second generation, you can learn in high school! It never occurred to me that when he was a sophomore, he didn't control himself. He developed from mobile phone games to computer games. After coming home from school, he stopped doing his homework and climbed on the computer. I did both hard and soft, regardless of things!

Once, he was sick at home, didn't make up his homework, didn't eat or drink and soaked in the computer. I broke the anchor of the computer as soon as I was in a hurry. He simply doesn't get up, eat, talk or play, and life is not fun at all! After 20 days of tossing, people lost a lot of weight and walked unsteadily. One day, I saw his hands hanging on the bed, pale and emaciated, and his brain buzzing. In this way, I can't even keep a son who is an asshole, so I compromised and we made a gentleman's agreement: I will play until 1 1 at the latest.

By the end of the second year of high school, he was "terminally ill" when he should have sprinted. I had to transfer my husband who worked in Beijing back. My husband, who has never spoken seriously since he was a child, hit his son who is almost as tall as him and hit his child. My heart hurts! The relationship between father, son and mother has deteriorated to the point where no one wants to say a word to anyone.

On the third day of high school, the teacher talked to our mother and son: he rushed in front of me and entered the office. He said: Teacher: Please advise my mother not to let me study. I also grade in class.

The teacher said: you don't go to school to prepare your godmother?

He didn't even think about it. Tribaba said, work!

God, he is eighteen years old. What he would never say when he was eight years old took me eighteen years of education to say. At that time, I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground. I gave him a hard push on the shoulder with my hand: it's time for you to go! You should go! Because I feel that it is irreparable, I don't know how embarrassing it will be for me to continue.

After he left, the teacher said, don't be angry. I have been a teacher for so many years and met all the students. This is not the worst. You are not the worst student. You don't know how the poor students in the class feel. It's not too much to use suffering and torture!

I said, is this kid crazy? Stupid? How can you say such a thing?

The teacher said: He did it on purpose, in order to make you stop thinking about letting him continue to go to school. Fortunately, now that we have finished all the courses in Grade Two and Grade Three, I can still keep his student status. You can find him an interest class, pull him away from the computer and let him go to art school! At that time, I will go to a good college, which is not closely related to culture classes, as long as he is interested.

I said a lot of sorry things to my teacher. I walked home from school in tears that day to save face. I am recognized as a sunny and happy person. At that time, I thought: I will die in a car accident today, because I am desperate to the limit and can't find a way out. ...

In the days that followed, our house was surprisingly quiet. He soaked in the computer and knew I was bored. He uses headphones, and we almost no longer have language communication. I don't need to nag: get up and miss class; Hurry up, have a meal; What do you want to eat? All this was saved, because he couldn't finish a game and didn't eat all the food. When I cook a meal, I eat it myself. When he doesn't eat, he waits for the next meal. Since then, not only did he not talk to me, but even his relatives and friends came to my house, and he ignored anyone. I listened to him panting in front of the computer and giggling happily. I scolded him in my heart: this guy is really crazy. How can he laugh in a day without love and hope? I often make a determined effort in my heart. I just want to smash this "broken computer" I have always been an enemy of computers. It has damaged my son's future and the happiness of our family. ...

The only time I communicated with him was when he was sick occasionally, and my "motherhood" would suddenly rise. I took him to see a doctor at the first time and cooked him the best food. He just called my mother and said, Mom, do you still love me? Why don't you let me die? I will say: now I just want you to live! Yes! In those days, my only hope for him was that he was still alive. What a poor mother!

The turning point came from his father's illness.

My husband, working in Beijing, suddenly got herpes. I'm too anxious to eat and sleep well to see my husband. But I've been thinking about whether I should take my son. I felt particularly inferior at that time. My husband felt that my son hardly interacted with others at that time. Isn't it a shame to let colleagues know that we have such a son? But I thought that my father was ill and my son should be filial, so I must take him with me. It was also during that time that my nephew (my sister's son) wanted to take him out for a walk to save his brother, let him see the outside world and the wonderful outside, take him to his own university and take him to Beidaihe for a trip on Sunday.

At the same time, my husband and I secretly went to see an Internet addiction doctor. The doctor said: children from excellent students to the worst students can't find confidence in teachers and classmates; From babies to abandoned children at home, it is even more out of favor. He can only dominate the game and look for self-esteem and sustenance. Now this game is a piece of cake for him. To wean him, he must be supplemented with other "nutrition". What do you think will happen if the baby suddenly can't eat? I paused! The doctor added: The best way is, first, to make friends with his children without hurting his self-esteem; Second, cultivate his legitimate hobbies and divert his interest; If you want to change your children, you must first change yourself. If you want to show your child Internet addiction, you must treat your parents first. ...

My son went back to Beijing from my brother's university, and my husband was dragging his sick body. It was the first time for us to play with the whole family. That day, we saw our son's long-lost smile. Their father and son walked in front, and I subconsciously photographed their father and son's back side by side, so warm!

When I got home, I never said, "You really embarrassed me! You are a disgrace to us. I only care about his life. On the one hand, I look for training courses in the streets to cultivate his legitimate interests. One day I asked my son, son, do you like music? Or art? He said he liked drum sets. I didn't think too much at that time, just to distract him from the game. Since then, my son has slowly started to communicate with people. Every time after class, he will go to see grandma, help her with her work and buy her small gifts. I was surprised to find that my son has changed!

The single move began, and my son naturally signed up. He said he liked art design, so I invited a famous art teacher in our county. My son followed me and had a talent for art. As a result, he left his first choice-Beijing Vocational College of Science and Technology with a good score of 544.

On the day my grades came down, my son hugged me excitedly, patted me on the back and said, Mom, you are my second parent!

I don't understand: how can our biological parents be reborn?

The son said: I had severe asthma when I was a child. You and my father are busy running around, seeking medical advice for me and saving my sexual name.

This time, you saved my heart! Mom, if you don't hire an art teacher for me, I don't even know I have a talent for art? I don't know if I'm gonna get better, okay? Besides, you still love me? Mom, I love you so much. My son's lips fell on my face like raindrops, and my happiness and sweetness spread. ...

My son has found confidence! We have found a good son who is motivated and sensible! The surprise of being found, you know?

Therefore, I designated May 23rd, the day when the courier delivered the good news, as the "rebirth day" of my beloved son!

In our hearts, this day, far more important than birthday, is a day worth celebrating! This is a memorable day!

Finally, I want to talk about my son's illness. He used to have asthma every time he caught a cold. In the last year, the cold didn't cause the old illness, just a little cough. But recently he caught a cold and coughed badly. I was so worried that he would gasp again at night, but my son said naughtily, Oh dear! The feeling of coughing is really rare. I haven't felt it for a long time! I said: people are worried to death, and you still say this. The son said: Mom, just put your heart back in your stomach! I have said goodbye to asthma! The son smiled cunningly. At night, I was too worried to sleep. I asked, son, there is no sound in your trachea. Are you short of breath?

The son replied: Good mother, please go to bed quickly. I repeat, I really said goodbye to asthma! The son said goodbye deliberately and seriously. ...

I am really happy: my son is reborn, mentally and physically "reborn"! Our family has never been so happy!

By the way: I happen to have 100 articles160,000 words today, and I am glad for my persistence and progress!

2065438+May 27, 2007