Previously, my daughter and I would rush through our bi-weekly picture book reading reports. However, since practicing "the language of motherhood," everything has gradually changed. When I accompany my daughter in earnestly completing her picture book reports with warm words and attitude, the process itself becomes a time for us to share love.
Seeing this change, the husband was deeply moved and offered to participate as well. Since it was his first time participating, he put a lot of thought into his drawings and ideas for his book report; his daughter, on the other hand, couldn't help but draw incessantly, inspired by her own creations; while watching his daughter's boundless creativity, the husband was busy cleaning up after her. Although there were some chaotic moments, every moment the family shared—laughing, thinking, and enjoying time together—was filled with joy and preciousness.
Finally, I realized that a mother's language of love is not just warm words, but a force that can unite a family . The picture book reflections became a small space for us to practice this language of love, and because of it, our family's hearts are more closely connected, becoming a family united by love, as sweet as honey.