By Pingting / May 19, 2026
今早上学时，
我跟娃儿说：
“放学以后我们要去一个地方等爸爸。”
“记不记得爸爸受伤了？现在开始要做治疗了。”
娃儿问：
“要去多久啊？”
我说：
“我不知道。”
结果他立刻来一句：
“不知道还让我去，这样不合法啊。”
……
我当场差点笑出来。
于是解释：
“因为我们也是第一次去，之后就知道了。”
听完后，
娃儿也没再吭声。
——
下班后，
我们总算找到了那个地址。
但问题来了：
找不到那个 building。
于是我决定停好车后再慢慢找。
没想到，
才刚走不到三十米，
突然一阵倾盆大雨直接砸下来。
而且是那种：
风很大、
雨很急、
还伴随着打雷闪电的暴雨。
于是我和娃儿赶紧跑到离我们最近，有一点点屋檐的地方躲雨。
当时我看到旁边屋里还有工作人员，
想着顺便问一下102到底在哪里。
结果门一打开，
对方第一句话就是：
“我们已经关门了。”
正准备锁门。
我赶紧说：
“我可以问你一个问题吗？请问102在哪里？”
她指了指对面。
我一看，
不对啊，
对面写的是另一个地址。
于是我又重新确认了一遍。
这时候才发现，
原来102其实就在跟我们平行的另一扇门里面。
我赶紧道谢。
工作人员立刻把门关上了。
那一瞬间，
我心里其实闪过一个念头：
“这么大的雨，
也不让我们进去稍微躲一下雨啊……”
但很快，
我又把那个念头放下了。
因为我知道：
每个人都不一样。
别人没有义务一定要对我们多好。
我们也不能用自己的期待去道德绑架别人。
于是，
风继续吹，
雨继续下。
雷电继续进行中。
我和娃儿就缩在那一点点小小的屋檐下面。
我用身体尽量挡着风雨，
把他围在里面。
我问他：
“我们跑吗？”
他立刻说：
“跑！”
结果下一秒，
我说：
“算了算了，
还是别跑了。”
“如果让你现在冲出去，我觉得我是个坏妈妈。”
于是，
我继续伸着双手护着他，
想着等雨小一点。我们再跑到隔壁
突然，
娃儿来了一句：
“妈妈，我们不是最幸运的人。”
我第一反应还以为：
他是在说，
“你看，
我们被困在这里淋雨，
所以不幸运。”
结果没想到，
他马上用身体比划了一下：
“如果雷电打在我们旁边，
但我们还活着，
那我们就是最幸运的人。”
……
我这才反应过来：
原来他是在说反话。
他的意思其实是：
“我们已经很幸运了。”
那一瞬间，
我忽然觉得很有意思。
因为刚刚我以为他说我们被雨淋多么不幸运，还跟他说：
“你看那些树上的花，多漂亮啊。如果不是下雨的话，我们就看不到这一幕了。”
我甚至还拿手机拍了一张照片。
然后继续说：
“其实我们很幸运。”
“如果今天没下雨，
就不会有现在这个画面。”
“不会有一个妈妈，
像保护小鸟一样护着自己的孩子。”
“也不会有我们一起躲雨的这一刻。”
说着说着，
雨真的慢慢小了。
雷声也停了。
我又问：
“现在跑吗？”
娃儿说：
“好！”
于是，
我们终于一起冲向目的地。
到的时候，
我的全身已经湿透了。
但，
心却暖暖的。
婷妈的亲子日常 创作于 2026.05.19
原创发布： tingtingma.com
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Tingma’s Parenting Diary｜263. Turns Out What He Really Meant Was: “We’re Actually Very Lucky”
This morning on the way to school,
I told my son:
“After school, we’re going somewhere to wait for Daddy.”
“Remember Daddy got hurt? He’s starting treatment now.”
My son asked:
“How long are we going to be there?”
I said:
“I don’t know.”
And immediately he replied:
“You don’t know, and you’re still making me go?
That sounds illegal.”
…
I almost burst out laughing on the spot.
So I explained:
“Because this is our first time going too.
After today, we’ll know.”
After hearing that,
he didn’t say anything else.
—
After work,
we finally found the address.
But then another problem appeared:
we couldn’t find the building.
So I decided to park first and look around slowly.
Unexpectedly,
before we had even walked thirty meters,
a sudden downpour crashed right onto us.
And not just regular rain.
It was the kind with:
strong wind,
heavy rain,
thunder,
and lightning everywhere.
So my son and I quickly ran to the nearest spot with even the tiniest bit of roof cover to hide from the rain.
At that moment,
I noticed there were still workers inside the building nearby,
so I thought I’d ask where Room 102 was.
But the moment the door opened,
the first thing the woman said was:
“We’re already closed.”
She was just about to lock the door.
I quickly asked:
“Can I ask you one question?
Do you know where 102 is?”
She pointed across the street.
I looked over and thought:
Wait…
that’s a completely different address.
So I confirmed again.
That’s when we realized:
Room 102 was actually behind another door parallel to us.
I quickly thanked her.
And she immediately shut the door again.
For a brief moment,
a thought flashed through my mind:
“It’s raining this hard,
and they still won’t let us step inside for a moment to stay dry…”
But very quickly,
I let that thought go.
Because I know:
everyone is different.
No one is obligated to be extra kind to us.
And we can’t use our own expectations
to morally pressure other people.
So,
the wind kept blowing,
the rain kept pouring,
and the thunder and lightning continued.
My son and I stayed squeezed beneath that tiny little roof edge.
I used my body as much as possible to block the wind and rain,
surrounding him inside my arms.
I asked him:
“Should we run?”
He immediately answered:
“Run!”
But the very next second,
I said:
“Actually… never mind.”
“If I make you run out into this storm right now,
I feel like I’d be a bad mom.”
So I kept stretching my arms around him,
waiting for the rain to get lighter before we ran to the building next door.
Then suddenly,
my son said:
“Mom,
we’re not the luckiest people.”
At first,
I thought he meant:
“Look,
we’re trapped here getting soaked,
so we’re unlucky.”
But unexpectedly,
he immediately used his body to gesture and said:
“If lightning strikes right next to us,
but we’re still alive,
then we’re the luckiest people.”
…
That’s when I realized:
he was speaking in reverse.
What he actually meant was:
“We’re already very lucky.”
And in that moment,
I suddenly found it deeply interesting.
Because just a second earlier,
I thought he was talking about how unlucky we were getting stuck in the rain.
So I had told him:
“Look at the flowers on those trees.
They’re so beautiful.
If it weren’t raining,
we wouldn’t get to see this scene.”
I even took out my phone and snapped a photo.
Then I continued:
“Actually,
we’re very lucky.”
“If it hadn’t rained today,
there wouldn’t be this moment.”
“There wouldn’t be a mother
protecting her child like a little bird.”
“And there wouldn’t be this moment of us hiding from the rain together.”
As we kept talking,
the rain really did begin to slow down.
The thunder stopped too.
I asked again:
“Should we run now?”
My son said:
“Okay!”
So finally,
we ran together toward our destination.
By the time we arrived,
my entire body was soaked through.
But somehow,
my heart felt warm.
Tingma’s Parenting Diary
Written on May 17, 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.