I do not agree to make decisions about myself “for the sake of my children’s development”!
I live in the world, first of all, as “I”, and only secondly as a mother, wife and daughter. The question of where to live depends entirely on where I am comfortable living, and the child has nothing to do with it. I have seen many people’s unhappiness, is in the dedication of others to kidnap themselves, more horrible is to use their own dedication to kidnap others more savagely. For example, “I’ve been saving all my Life just to give you the best and not let people look down on me, why don’t you understand my heart? ” “If it were not for you to have a good learning environment, I worked hard to stay in Beijing figure what, how I gave birth to you such an indisputable? “
The most difficult thing to do is to shed tears silently, not to say anything, and to look at you with a sorrowful gaze.
In my growing up, my Parents don’t say because I make decisions for myself, even about my decisions, are full of indifference to the rush. The old man’s father suddenly moved back a piano in the third grade, I practiced for two years before the fourth level, not to practice, Dad muttered two sentences to stop; high school many students are on tutoring classes, although they are two of our teachers have good to bursting blood resources, I do not like, then not on it. This life has not been for the achievement of the remedial classes.
When I was a kid, my mom was always doing problems to prepare for the lesson, so thick and thick tutorials, every page is written with handwriting. Mom always said: “Either you do not do, I do, to do the best. “Whenever there is a difficult Time, mom thunderstruck dip the pillow on, she always said:” car to the mountain will have a road. “
Dad in my impression, has always been a standard literary youth, nothing to practice calligraphy, play the clarinet, watch “Dream of the Red Chamber”. One afternoon I came Home after a crazy day and my dad was listening to “Liang Zhu”. I collapsed on the sofa with exhaustion and my dad said, “Listen, does this Music sound like horse hooves, this is the two of them curbing their horses …… Listen, how mournful this tune is, this is the farewell at the long pavilion… …”
That afternoon, I learned that music can really talk. Dad loved mom, quarrel always shamelessly all kinds of are forced to play treasure to make mom laugh, but also from time to time forced me to do a supporting role …… mom once said to me with a shy face: dad is a good husband.
The place where I grew up is a very mountainous and mountainous small county, as a child did not see the outside world, but do not feel any regret. I always felt that no matter where I was, my parents, would have taught me that. They did not teach, but really taught, as the saying goes, teach by example. I am grateful that when I was a child, my parents were focused on their own lives and let me grow up uninhibited, while giving me lots and lots of love. Now, having seen the world, and growing strong and mature inside, I rely on my inner trust in love, my search for my Dreams, and my certainty that hard work produces genius. And these, not because of what my parents have done for me, but, they are such people.
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