放学后，突然接到学校的电话。
老师说，娃儿不太舒服。
我立刻说：
“我马上过去接他。”
到学校看到他的时候，才知道原来是肚子痛。脸色很难看，整个人蜷着。
我问他：
“如果一分到十分的话，这个疼痛你打几分？”
他认真想了一下，说：
“八分。”
我一听，心里就知道这不是小事。
我先从书包里翻出一包沛泉递给他，让他喝一点，同时告诉他：
“妈妈先把事情处理一下，然后就带你去看医生。”
他点点头，说：
“可以。”
那一刻我其实挺佩服他的。
因为我知道他是真的很难受，但还是愿意配合。
路上，他一直很痛苦。
而我也没办法第一时间带他去医院，因为还有一件事情跟人约好的事情必须先处理——
去废车场找到我们那辆出事故的车，并把里面的东西取出来。
我一边开车，一边观察他的状态，只能静观其变。
到了废车场，他已经很难受了。
但我也不能把他一个人留在车上。
于是我轻声哄着他说：
“我们慢慢下来一下，好不好？妈妈很快，取到车牌后就带你去看医生！”
没想到刚一下车，他就吐了出来。
而那一刻我反而松了一口气。
因为我很清楚，有时候吐出来反而会舒服一点。
果然，吐完之后，他的表情明显缓了一些。
车场的人看到这一幕，也很热心。
赶紧递给我一卷纸巾，让我帮他擦干净。
还直接打开铁门，让我们先进来用他们的洗手间处理干净。
后来又顺手递给我一罐水。
在那种破破烂烂的废车场里，这些小小的善意显得特别温暖。
我找了个地方先让娃儿坐下，然后继续等那位热心的小伙子处理我们的案件。
过了大概十分钟，对方递给我一把螺丝刀，说：
“你自己去把车牌取下来。”
听到这话，我心里其实有点想笑。
一个满是废车的停车场，要自己去找那辆已经报废的车。
果然，一时半会儿根本找不到。
最后还是在工作人员的帮助下才找到。
而这一路，娃儿明明已经没什么力气走路，却还是跟着我慢慢走。
终于找到车了。
我用最快的速度把车牌拧下来，又把车上的东西全部装进袋子准备带走。
这时候，娃儿已经实在没力气了。
干脆直接躺在地上等我。
我一边收拾东西，一边看着他那样子，心里其实挺心疼的。
最后我拎着两大袋东西。
而他居然还帮我提了一个抱枕。
签完字之后，我们立刻开车去急诊。
到了急诊，又是一堆表格要填。
娃儿实在受不了了，走过来小声说：
“我能躺在你腿上吗？”
我说：
“当然可以。”
于是他就这样躺在我腿上等着。
大概十五分钟后，终于轮到护士检查。
护士问他：
“怎么了？”
他一开始痛得不太想说话。
护士又说：
“如果你不回答我的问题，那只能打911把你送去医院了。”
听到这句话，他立刻认真起来，一条一条回答问题。
等看完医生，开车回家的时候，天已经很晚了。
那一天真的很长。
车子在黑夜里慢慢往家开，路也有点远。
因为有些无聊，我下意识地打开了车上的音乐。
音乐响起来的时候，我突然意识到一件事。
他还在难受。
我赶紧把音乐关掉，说：
“算了，不听了，你那么难受。”
没想到，他居然回了一句：
“可以听。”
那一刻，我心里突然被暖了一下。
明明自己身体很不舒服，却还在观察这些小细节。
甚至在照顾我的感受。
有时候孩子就是这样。
他们不会说什么大道理，却会在一个小小的瞬间，让你突然觉得——
这个小小的人，其实也在用自己的方式爱着你。
回到家已经很晚了。
那一天发生了很多事情。
但回想起来，我还是跟他说了一句话：
“生活不是一件容易的事。
有时候会发生一些我们无法控制的事情。
车祸、肚子痛、各种突发状况。
但只要我们在一起，总能慢慢找到解决的方法。”
就这样，又和娃儿一起度过了一次难忘的一天。
婷妈的亲子日常 创作于 2026.03.07
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Tingma’s Parenting Journal | 207. The Days We Carried Through Together
After school, I suddenly received a phone call from the school.
The teacher said my son wasn’t feeling well.
I immediately replied,
“I’ll come pick him up right away.”
When I arrived and saw him, I realized it was a stomachache. His face looked pale, and his whole body was curled up in pain.
I asked him,
“If the pain were rated from one to ten, what number would you give it?”
He thought about it carefully and said,
“Eight.”
As soon as I heard that, I knew it wasn’t something minor.
I took a nutritional drink from his backpack and handed it to him so he could sip a little. At the same time, I told him,
“Mom needs to take care of something first, and then I’ll take you to see a doctor.”
He nodded and said,
“Okay.”
At that moment, I actually admired him.
Because I knew he was truly uncomfortable, yet he was still willing to cooperate.
On the way there, he remained in pain.
But I couldn’t take him to the hospital right away because there was something I had already promised someone I would do first —
go to the scrapyard, find the car that had been in the accident, and take the belongings out of it.
As I drove, I kept watching his condition, quietly observing and waiting to see how things developed.
When we arrived at the scrapyard, he was already feeling very miserable.
But I couldn’t leave him alone in the car.
So I gently said to him,
“Let’s slowly get out of the car for a moment, okay? Mom will be quick. Once I take the license plate, I’ll take you to the doctor.”
The moment he stepped out of the car, he suddenly vomited.
Strangely, I actually felt a little relieved.
Because I know that sometimes, once a child throws up, they feel a bit better.
Sure enough, after vomiting, his expression looked noticeably calmer.
The workers at the scrapyard saw what happened and were very kind.
One of them quickly handed me a roll of paper towels so I could clean him up.
They even opened the gate and let us come inside to use their restroom to wash up.
Later, someone casually handed me a bottle of water.
In that broken-down scrapyard full of wrecked cars, those small gestures of kindness felt especially warm.
I found a place for my son to sit and rest while we waited for the helpful young worker to process our case.
About ten minutes later, he handed me a screwdriver and said,
“You can go take the license plate off yourself.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little inside.
In a parking lot full of wrecked vehicles, I had to find our totaled car on my own.
As expected, it wasn’t easy.
In the end, with the help of the staff, we finally found it.
And during that whole time, even though my son barely had the strength to walk, he still slowly followed me.
Finally, we found the car.
I quickly unscrewed the license plate and packed everything from inside the vehicle into bags.
By that point, he had no energy left at all.
He simply lay down on the ground and waited for me.
As I gathered the belongings, I looked over at him lying there and felt a deep sense of tenderness.
In the end, I was carrying two large bags.
Yet he still helped by carrying a pillow.
After signing the paperwork, we immediately drove to the emergency room.
When we arrived at the ER, there were still many forms to fill out.
He couldn’t bear it anymore and quietly asked,
“Can I lie on your legs?”
“Of course,” I said.
So he lay across my lap while we waited.
About fifteen minutes later, the nurse finally came to examine him.
She asked,
“What’s wrong?”
At first he was in too much pain to answer.
Then the nurse said,
“If you don’t answer my questions, we’ll have to call 911 and send you to the hospital.”
As soon as he heard that, he immediately began answering each question carefully.
By the time we finished seeing the doctor and drove home, it was already very late.
It had been a very long day.
As the car moved slowly through the dark night, the road still felt long.
Out of habit, I turned on the music in the car.
But the moment the music started playing, I suddenly realized something.
He was still feeling unwell.
So I quickly turned the music off and said,
“It’s okay, we don’t need music. You’re not feeling well.”
Unexpectedly, he replied,
“It’s okay. You can listen.”
In that moment, my heart suddenly felt warm.
Even though he himself felt terrible, he was still noticing these little details.
Still thinking about my comfort.
Children can be like that.
They don’t say big philosophical things.
But sometimes, in a tiny moment, they make you realize—
this little person is also loving you in his own way.
By the time we got home, it was already very late.
So many things had happened that day.
But looking back, I still said one thing to him:
“Life isn’t easy.
Sometimes things happen that we can’t control.
Car accidents, stomach pain, all kinds of unexpected situations.
But as long as we face them together, we will always find a way to solve them.”
And just like that, we lived through another unforgettable day together.
Tingma’s Parenting Journal
Written on March 7, 2026
Originally published at: tingtingma.com
Written for my child, and for the adults who are still growing.
Unauthorized reproduction is not permitted.
Tingma’s Parenting Diary
Written on March 07, 2026
Originally published at: tingtingma.com
Written for my child, and for the adults who are still growing.
Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.
Originally written in Chinese by the author.
This English version was translated with the assistance of ChatGPT.