The Happiness of being a mother

I have a son of 11 years old. Like other kids, he is lovely, cute and at the same time very naughty and often pisses me off. Frankly speaking, he is a boy who was very difficult to raise when he was a baby and a child. Feeding and making him sleep made me exhausted. He often bursted out into a cry when I was absorbed in a sweet dream at the most wrong time, the midnight, and then my husband woke up too, my parents-in ¨Claw rushed into my room and tried to see what happened. He has been very thin and short for quite a few years and this situation just began to change for the better from last year. When he entered kindergarten, he show his another aspect-overtly attaching to me. He seems to need me every moment when he saw me, disturbing me whatever I was doing. He required me to play with him and being angry if I showed cold shoulder to him when I was busy (such as preparing for the professional title test and master study). At that time, I was very angry and reprimanded him which made him cry as if being wronged.But recently I began to feel that I should be grateful because I have such as cute son. He is a precious gift from God. I am deeply moved when he said: ¡°Mom, we are hard partying mother and son¡±, ¡°Mom, I love you so much¡± and ¡°I love you because son should love his mother¡±. Yes, sometime I should make thinking from another aspect, such as the valuable relationship of attaching, the irreplaceable love between parents and children. I am my son¡¯s mother, also his friend