对那些工作一天之后还能打起精神热情地给孩子读故事、帮助他们做功课或纯粹陪他们闲聊的父母,我总怀着一丝妒意。10年前,倘若哪天我能在彻底精疲力竭之前收拾好餐碟关门上锁,那就算幸运了。当时,我丈夫刚死于癌症,留下我和三岁的儿子、六岁的女儿。白天,姐弟俩有保姆很好的照料;晚上,他们本也需要一位尽心尽职的母亲,可我呢,只想快些穿上睡衣,倒床酣睡。是那次面条大祸迫使我认真对待夜里与孩子们的闲谈,并使之成为一项家庭惯例。那天晚上,我正靠着沙发闭目小憩,两个孩子正吃着晚饭,不一会儿,我突然被从厨房方向传来的奇怪的“噗——哇”声和嬉笑声惊醒。我赶紧跑去察看,只见两个孩子正起劲吹着面条,四周锅架上挂的、墙壁上沾的、厨台边吊的全是一根根面条! I am jealous of those parents who, after a day of work, are enthusiastic about reading stories to their children and helping them to do their homework or to simply chat with them. Ten years ago, I was fortunate if one day I could pack a meal plate and lock it before it was completely exhausted. At that time, my husband had just died of cancer, leaving me with my three-year-old son and six-year-old daughter. During the day, the siblings have good caregivers in the nanny; at night, they also need a dedicated mother, but I only want to put on the pajamas faster, fall asleep. It was that noodle disaster that forced me to take my chat with the children at night seriously and make it a family practice. That night, I was resting on the couch with my eyes closed. The two children were eating dinner. In a moment, I was suddenly awakened by the strange “pop-wow” sound and laughter coming from the kitchen. I quickly ran to see, I saw two children are energetically blowing the noodles, hanging around the pot rack, dipped in the wall, kitchen side hanging all the root noodles!