Talk to your child about journalism.

You know, I'm a girl from a small town who came to Hanoi to study at university. A girl with so many ambitions for a "revolution" to reform herself and escape the sweltering heat of Central Vietnam. I remember the day I boarded the train to Hanoi to become a university student; I thought I had begun a new life, a life so different…

After graduating, my mother was a proactive reporter, always volunteering to go to the most remote locations for work. There were times when she was unemployed, but she still managed to make ends meet because she had her pen and the opportunity to travel and write articles for newspapers to earn a living when things got tough. She motivated herself to keep going, to become a good journalist. She neglected feminine habits like dating, shopping, and socializing with friends… she became engrossed in "cases," business trips, and interviews.

My mother lived with the pride of possessing "the fourth power," viewed with admiration and envy by everyone. She was wrong to bring that pride into our family life, causing meals to be rarely shared, the house always closed off, leading neighbors to think my parents were just temporary residents, and resulting in countless tense arguments between my parents, to the point where my father had to lay down an ultimatum: "Either family or journalism!"

But since having children, my mother is no longer the carefree reporter she once was. She has become a woman burdened with daily worries and calculations. Looking back, I realize how unexpectedly family life has changed her. Before, she used to feel annoyed seeing her older colleagues at work constantly rushing around, preoccupied with making ends meet and always checking the clock to pick up their children from school. Yet now, without realizing it, she's repeating the same cycle.

My thoughts now shift from writing sensational articles to choosing the right talent for my son, figuring out his diet to promote height growth this summer, or figuring out how to change his meals after his recent illness... My children's images constantly occupy my mind, pushing me further away from social gatherings and hobbies I once enjoyed like watching movies, reading, and traveling ...

My mother, who used to be a sociable, outgoing person, never missing a social gathering, became a listless, personalityless individual, never truly happy or sad. When meeting friends, after a few greetings, she would bring up her children as the topic of conversation…

That's how it is, but what can I do? Because when I decided to have children, I knew my life had turned a new page. I cast aside my dream of becoming a "powerful writer," a journalist with personality, someone who would command respect wherever she went. I became a mother constantly busy with shopping, cooking, and work. I also became a calculating woman with countless petty thoughts... And so, I looked like one of millions of other women, with a profession, a family, and a treasure—my children!

A mother is proud to watch her children grow up day by day, to take her son to his first day of first grade, to chat with him daily during evening meals, and to see her daughter growing bigger and bigger…

My children, sometimes I feel a little nostalgic, just a little, about the "glorious" past, but when I play with you, bathe you, feed you, all those thoughts disappear. And I know that I am truly happy to be... Mother Dop.

If June had three memorable days, I would remember June 28th the most, followed by the Lunar New Year for my children. My joy comes from watching my children grow up day by day, from the whole family going out to the city every weekend, from the moments when I cook while my daughter whispers and chats with me… And journalism, for me, is just like any other profession. On June 21st, Dad always encourages me with a big bouquet of flowers, and that's more than enough for me.

Source: https://giadinhonline.vn/noi-voi-con-ve-nghe-bao-d199576.html