One of my friends chose to work abroad (a small country in Europe, actually) , which arouses some disputes among our friends circle. Pros are: First, this is a government-founded project, providing the attendants accommodations and some salary as well; second, this is a good opportunity for language learners to immerge into the targeted language and culture. While, cons are: First, the payment is low; second, the working experience won't help much to her career; third, the duration of the work is as long as three years. Fine, if I am still in my 20s or single, I would jump at the job without any hesitation, too. The problem is : she is a married woman and the mother of a five-year old boy. Her husband works for a IT company and has a busy schedule just like any other IT worker, leaving home at around 7 o'clock in the morning, back to home at 9 o'clock in the afternoon, only taking one day off every week. So her son was almost totally left to her mother-in-law, the boy's grandma, who, by the way, is really an incredible woman. She complains nothing to her daughter-in-law 's leaving and does her best to take care of the little boy.
This friend used to tell me that she was tired of the boredom of her life, working, doing household chores, taking care of child and she was so longing to live a life of complete freedom and great passion. Therefore she chose to take the job, at the expense of leaving her family behind for three years.
Her son and my son are friends, playing together a lot. I could feel the boy's craving for love from mother by his constant saying to us, his friends' mothers, " Auntie, look at me! I can do this! I can do that! Or, auntie, the teacher in the kindergarten praised me today for ..." Caring and gracious as his grandma is, his grandma can never fill his mother's place. The dissatisfaction for mother's love grew into resentment to mother somehow . Once my son and this little boy had a drawing lesson together, and they drew a fantastic castle on paper at the end. I asked them to hold the paper , pose for a shot and said, " boys, would you be good for me to take a picture of you two and your wonderful work, later on, I will post it online then your mamma would see it. " "NO!" The boy answered. "Why? won't you want your mamma to see how great you are?" I asked in surprise. "NO," the boy said," I do not want her to see. She doesn't care. " "Doe she call you or you guys see each other through net?" "Yes, we do. But she never picks me up from kindergarten now, or she never reads me bedtime stories now, or plays with me at weekends. All I have now is grandma, while other kids have their mothers....." Those words just touched the innermost of me but I could not think of any words to comfort him.
To pursue the dream life or to take the responsibilities? Which one comes first? A boy can only have one fifth birthday, one sixth birthday, one seventh birthday, and I do not want to miss one of them.