早上对娃儿说：
“今天看到新闻说，
我们以后可能可以开 Trump account，
这样我们就可以帮你存十年的钱了。”
娃儿马上反对：
“不行，要十五年！”
我说：
“这规矩不是我定的呀。
如果人家规定十八岁必须转到孩子名下，
那我们也没办法。
先等等规则吧。”
然后，
我顺便给他看了一下。
如果十八岁有多少，
二十八岁有多少，
三十九岁有多少，
四十九岁又会变成多少。
数字越变越大。
我以为他肯定会很开心。
毕竟前一秒
还在跟我讨论，
十年还是十五年。
没想到，
他突然很失落地说：
“我不想看到大的数字。”
我心想：
你不是一直都很喜欢大的数字吗？
我大脑还在思考，
他为什么会突然说不喜欢大的数字。
没想到，
他又来了一句：
“我不喜欢看到9字。”
这下我总算懂了。
他不是不喜欢钱。
他是不喜欢看到29、39、49……
因为等他49岁的时候，
我就79岁了。
原来，
他是在害怕妈妈会慢慢变老。
我想确认一下自己的猜测。
我问：
“你是不是在担心，
妈妈老了，
会去世这件事？”
没想到，
他马上转到另一边去了。
我知道，
他躲到那边哭了。
我赶紧开始安慰他：
“放心吧，
你往好的想。
你想啊，
妈妈79岁的时候，
还很健康。
我还可以去旅游，
做自己喜欢做的事情。
我还很有钱。
还能帮你带小孩。
我还会出书。
还会很出名。
完成人生使命。
然后继续支持你的人生使命。
我们会越来越好。
而且，
我们以后还会相遇一次又一次。
所以，
想点好的。
不要一直想那些令人遗憾的一面。”
娃儿没说什么。
只是默默跑到另一边去了。
过了两分钟，
又开始有说有笑了。
婷妈的亲子日常 创作于 2026.06.15
原创发布： tingtingma.com
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Tingma’s Parenting Diary | 289. It Turns Out He Didn’t Hate Big Numbers
This morning, I said to my son,
“I saw some news today.
We might be able to open a Trump account in the future,
and then we could save money for you for ten years.”
He immediately disagreed.
“No. It should be fifteen years!”
I said,
“I didn’t make the rules.
If they decide that the money has to be transferred to the child at eighteen,
there’s nothing we can do.
Let’s just wait and see what the rules are.”
Then,
I showed him a few numbers.
How much money there might be at eighteen.
How much at twenty-eight.
How much at thirty-nine.
And how much at forty-nine.
The numbers kept getting bigger and bigger.
I thought he would be happy.
After all,
just a moment ago,
he was still discussing with me
whether it should be ten years or fifteen years.
But suddenly,
he looked disappointed and said,
“I don’t want to see big numbers.”
I thought to myself,
Haven’t you always liked big numbers?
While I was still trying to figure out
why he suddenly didn’t like them,
he added,
“I don’t like seeing the number nine.”
At that moment,
I finally understood.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like money.
He didn’t like seeing 29, 39, and 49…
Because when he is forty-nine,
I will be seventy-nine.
It turned out
he was afraid that his mom would grow old.
I wanted to make sure I understood him correctly.
So I asked,
“Are you worried
that Mom will get old
and one day die?”
To my surprise,
he immediately turned away.
I knew
he had gone off to cry.
I quickly tried to comfort him.
“Don’t worry.
Try to think about the good things.
Imagine this.
When Mom is seventy-nine,
I’ll still be healthy.
I’ll still be traveling
and doing the things I love.
I’ll still have plenty of money.
I’ll even be able to help take care of your children.
I’ll write books.
I’ll become well known.
I’ll fulfill my mission in life.
And then I’ll continue to support you
in fulfilling your mission in life.
Our lives will keep getting better and better.
And after that,
we’ll meet each other
again and again.
So think about the beautiful possibilities.
Don’t always focus
on the sad and regretful ones.”
He didn’t say anything.
He just quietly walked over to the other side.
Two minutes later,
he was laughing and talking again.
Tingma’s Parenting Diary
Written on June 15， 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.