Talk to your child about journalism

You know, I was a girl from the countryside who went to Hanoi to study at university. A girl with many ambitions about a "revolution" to reform herself and escape the heat of the Central region. I remember the day I boarded the train to Hanoi to become a student, I thought I had started a new life, a very different life...

After graduating, my mother was a daring reporter, always volunteering to go to the farthest places for work. There was a time when my mother was unemployed, but she still survived because she had a pen, had field trips so that when she was in need, she could write articles and send them to newspapers to earn royalties. And my mother encouraged herself to try harder, to become a good journalist. My mother forgot her feminine habits like dating, shopping, hanging out with friends... she was caught up in "incidents", in business trips, in interviews.

Mom lived in the pride of having the “fourth power”, being looked at with admiration and envy by everyone. Mom was wrong to bring that pride into family life, causing meals to rarely have both of them, the house was always closed, making the neighbors think that Mom and Dad were temporary residents, causing many times both Mom and Dad had to talk to each other in such tension that Dad had to set a condition, “either family or journalism”!

But since having children, I am no longer the arrogant reporter I used to be. I have become a woman with daily calculations. Thinking back, I see that family life has changed me in unexpected ways. Before, I often felt annoyed when I saw my older colleagues at work rushing around with daily chores, always looking at the clock to find out when to pick up their children from school. But now, I don't know when I started repeating the same cycle.

In my mind now, I am no longer thinking about what article to write to create a buzz in public opinion, but instead what subject is suitable for my son, what diet should I follow to help my son grow taller this summer. Or how to change my son's meals after his recent illness... Images of my children always occupy my thoughts, making me gradually move away from meetings with friends, the hobbies that I used to love like watching movies, reading books, traveling...

Mom, a sociable, mobile person who was never absent from parties, became a person who lived on the sidelines, had no personality, was never too happy or too sad. When meeting friends, after a few greetings, she would bring up her children as the topic of conversation...

That's it, but what can I do? Because when I decided to have you, I knew my life had turned a new page. I had put aside my dream of becoming a "powerful writer", of being a reporter with personality, respected wherever I went. I became a mother who was always busy with shopping, cooking, and office work. I also became a calculating woman with so many petty thoughts... And so I looked... like one of millions of other women, with a career, a family, and a fortune, which is you!

I am proud to see my children grow up day by day, to take my son to the first grade, to chat with him every day during dinner, to see my little sister grow up...

My children, sometimes I feel a little regretful about the “glorious” old days, but when I play with you, bathe you, feed you, all those thoughts disappear. And I know that I am so happy to be… Dop’s mother.

If June has 3 memorable days, I will remember June 28th the most, then my children's Tet holiday. My joy is watching my children grow up every day, every weekend the whole family goes out together, the times when I cook and my daughter whispers to me... And journalism, to me, is like a hundred thousand other jobs. On June 21st, Dad will always encourage me with a big bouquet of flowers, that is more than enough for me.

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