三月的第一个星期，好像被新的病毒轮流“点名”。
先是娃儿中招。
为了照顾他，我连着几晚睡眠都不太够。
结果没几天，我也成功“接棒”。
熟悉的流程来了：
发烧、喉咙痛，
还有那种，
吞刀片一样的感觉。
那天晚上，我正在厨房用盐水漱口。
娃儿在客厅看电视，
却一直留意着我的动静。
大概是担心我会被盐水呛到，
他忍不住一直想跟我说话。
可问题是——
我根本没办法回答。
于是，他开始自己想办法。
过了一会儿，他很认真地说：
“如果你想回答 yes，就发出‘嗯哼！’
如果是 no，就说‘嗯嗯’。”
这样，只要我有反应，
他就知道我还好好的。
我一边漱口，一边忍不住在心里笑。
小脑袋，还挺会想办法的。
晚上睡觉的时候，他突然问我：
“妈妈，你怎么这么像小孩呢？”
这个问题问得太有意思了。
我立刻回他：
“妈妈本来就是小孩啊。”
那天晚上，其实我已经累到不太想动了。
可躺在床上时，他却默默做了一件件小事：
帮我拿来牙线
去洗手间把水牙线装满
挤好牙膏
连漱口杯的水都装好了
一整套流程，全都准备好。
我躺在那里，看着他忙前忙后，
突然意识到：
这个孩子，真的在慢慢长大。
而在我最虚弱、最没有力气的时候，
他也在用自己的方式，
默默地照顾着妈妈。
我们总以为，是我们在养孩子。
可很多时候，
是他们在某些时刻，轻轻托住了我们。
爱，不只是被给予，
也是在你最需要的时候，被温柔地接住。
感恩宇宙的馈赠，
让我也能感受到——
不求回报的爱，
以及，被爱。
而我，也开始学会——
把这份爱，
继续流向需要它的人。
婷妈的亲子日常 创作于 2026.03.14
原创发布： tingtingma.com
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Tingma’s Parenting Journal 212｜When Mom Gets Sick
In the first week of March,
it felt like a new virus was “taking turns” calling on us.
First, my child got sick.
To take care of him, I didn’t get much sleep for several nights.
Then, just a few days later,
it was my turn.
The familiar process began:
Fever, sore throat,
and that feeling—
like swallowing blades.
That night, I was gargling salt water in the kitchen.
My child was in the living room watching TV,
but he kept paying attention to what I was doing.
Probably worried that I might choke on the salt water,
he kept trying to talk to me.
But the problem was—
I couldn’t respond at all.
So he started figuring something out on his own.
After a while, he said very seriously:
“If you want to say yes, make a ‘mm-hmm’ sound.
If it’s no, just say ‘mm-mm.’”
That way, as long as I made a sound,
he would know I was okay.
I kept gargling, but couldn’t help smiling inside.
His little brain really knows how to solve problems.
That night, as we were getting ready to sleep,
he suddenly asked me:
“Mom, why are you so much like a kid?”
What an interesting question.
I answered immediately:
“Because Mom is a kid.”
That night, I was already too tired to move.
But as I lay in bed,
he quietly started doing things for me:
He brought me dental floss.
He went to the bathroom and filled up the water flosser.
He put toothpaste on the brush.
He even filled the cup with water for rinsing.
Everything was prepared.
I lay there, watching him move around,
and suddenly realized:
He is really growing up.
And in the moments when I feel the weakest,
when I have the least energy,
he is, in his own way,
quietly taking care of me.
We always think that we are the ones raising our children.
But many times,
it is them, in certain moments,
gently holding us up.
Love is not only something we give.
It is also being gently held
when we need it the most.
Grateful for the gifts from the universe,
that I get to experience—
love that asks for nothing in return,
and being loved.
And I am also learning
to let this love flow—
to those who need it.
Tingma’s Parenting Diary
Written on March 14, 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.
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