I am the eldest in a family of two brothers. My younger brother is 5 years younger than me, small, mischievous and very attached to my father. My house is always filled with laughter - when we play together, calling out "Dad!" Dad, can this car run? "Dad, who is better at soccer between me and my brother?" But we also call out "Dad" when we fight over toys, argue over a piece of cake or candy. Dad is the judge, the one who "heals" all the troubles of our innocent childhood.
There were days when Dad was away at work, I often asked: “Why did Dad take so long? Is Dad home yet?”. Then at night, he trotted into the room, climbed onto Dad’s bed and whispered: “I’m sleeping here waiting for Dad to come home…”. Every time I called, he jostled me, pressed his ear to the phone, and tried to speak first: “Dad, come back tomorrow and take me to school!”.
And there are also unforgettable naughty memories. That was the day my sister and I were so busy playing at the village entrance that we forgot to take her home for lunch. When we got home, my father was waiting with a whip. I saw anger and worry in his eyes. I carried my sister on my back and thought to myself: “If I get punished, I will be the only one who will suffer, she is still young”. A simple memory but full of love, because in the moments of being scolded, we learned about brotherhood and more than that, the silent worry of a father.
There was also a time when I did something wrong and was sternly admonished by my father. I was sad, so I approached him and asked, “Do you still love me?” He did not answer right away, but pulled me into his arms and said gently, “I scold you because I love you. I beat you not because I hate you, but because I want you to grow up to be good people. When you become a father, you will understand…”
And now, when I have grown up, have my own small family, have children who chirp and call me dad, I truly understand the lesson of that year. The children in the past only knew how to call “Dad!” whenever they stumbled, were hungry or wanted to play, now they are repeating that journey with their children. And I see, as the old saying goes: “Only when you stay up all night do you know how long the night is, only when you raise children do you know the merit of a mother and a teacher.”
I understand what it is like to have sleepless nights and worry when your child is sick. I understand the feeling of waiting for your child to come home late. I understand the nameless worries about the future of children... And the more I understand, the more grateful I am. Grateful for the years my father silently sacrificed, grateful for the times he scolded me to teach me to be a good person. My father is old now. His jet-black hair is now covered with frost. But his eyes, his quiet sitting posture, his love are still intact as when I was a little boy. No matter how far away I go, no matter how busy I am, I know that there is always someone waiting for me to come home, no need for flowers, gifts, no need for big things, just need to hear my child call: "Dad, I'm home!"
Thank you dad - my first teacher, the silent hero of my life!
Hello love, season 4, theme "Father" officially launched from December 27, 2024 on four types of press and digital infrastructure of Radio - Television and Binh Phuoc Newspaper (BPTV), promising to bring to the public the wonderful values of sacred and noble fatherly love. |
Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/172354/when-children-make-bo-understand-the-long-cha
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