Yaya, a princess who came to the fairy world with broken wings, has been the family's favorite since she was born. With her plump smile, she cured her parents' eight-year hardship in seeking a child. This growth note written by my father is full of the most sincere gratitude to the little angel - she uses her quirky cuteness to make ordinary days shine with the light of fairy tales.
When a couple born in the 1980s encountered a childbirth crisis: the father who quit smoking and drinking had a battle of wits with various "miracle doctors", and the male doctor with gold-rimmed glasses turned the clinic into a cross talk scene in seconds; the mother in the early stages of pregnancy had begun to use "strategic back pain" to control the whole family; and Yaya, who arrived on the auspicious clouds ten days in advance, started a comedy life at birth - breastfeeding requires a 360-degree space rotation, coaxing one to sleep requires imitating the Big Bad Wolf's late-night bedtime, and even holding the "Party Constitution" as a toy during pregnancy.
With the addition of her younger brother Chenchen, this growing drama becomes more and more high-energy: Yaya created the original "circular motion animal training method" to train stray dogs, used the "stinky fart attack" to scare kindergarten teachers, and insisted on rehearsing with a high fever to counterattack the city's dance competition. When she danced stubbornly under the moonlight, she was like a little warrior who had overcome many obstacles and came to the world. This is not a parenting diary, but a life epic of a family's laughter and tears - the excitement of the second child era collides with the fetters of blood, and innocence turns into a mirror that reflects one's original intention.
When the anxiety of parents meets the bravery of young children, every moment tells: Children are not our continuation, but fairy tales given by God, allowing us to glimpse the shining stars in the messy life.
