Preface (written to my baby daughter)
Honey, my mother wrote this book not to make you feel sorry for me in the past, but to tell you seriously: In life, there will inevitably be imperfections, low self-esteem, separation, and regrets, but all the broken past will grow into armor, and all the difficult days will eventually wait for the starlight.
My mother's childhood was not perfect, the family was broken, there was little companionship, the confidence was lacking, and many good friends fell apart in a short walk. I used to be sensitive, timid, introverted, self-esteemed and extremely low on self-esteem. I always looked up to the light of others and always felt like I was worthless.
But it was these experiences that allowed me to slowly learn to heal myself, let go, let go, and grow.
I want you to know: It's not shameful to be ordinary, it's not scary to be ordinary, it's okay to be lagging behind temporarily, it's okay to be sad temporarily. You don't have to live to be someone else's dazzler, you just need to live to be your happy, magnanimous, and brave self.
In the rest of your life, your mother will always be your confidence, your harbor, your retreat and your destination. No matter what difficulties, grievances, or setbacks you encounter, there is no need to be afraid, feel inferior, or bear it alone.
The broken circles will eventually be repaired, and the valley will eventually turn to the sun. May your life be cheerful, relaxed, enthusiastic and peaceful.
Intention: You don't have to be cautious, have low self-esteem and be sensitive, don't have to look at people's faces, and don't have to hold out in the rain alone. Mom completes all the broken circles for you, blocks all the wind and rain for you, supports you with all the confidence, and keeps all the tenderness for you.