Your mother said you, right?

A while ago, let my mother come over to help pick up the children for a period of Time, the results did not reach a month, an old and a small are very opinionated. My mother’s complaint about the child is: do things too meat, no sense of time, every time to make almost late, rainy days they have an umbrella but want to squeeze with classmates, the result is half of the clothes all wet ——

There is only one complaint about grandma: she is too nagging, and in public! For example, if you want to get on the bus, you should wait until everyone is finished and then get on the bus, but my mother is afraid that the bus will suddenly leave in the next second, only to rush the children to go up. The child said that so many people are crowded together towards the front, as if to go up to grab a seat, it is too humiliating.

The conflict between the children and my mother began when they were two or three years old and had some sense of autonomy. Although they are some of the dressing, eating, bathing, games and other trivial, but sometimes it is surprising to find that the child than we had a sense of “resistance” more, she thinks you are not right place, will firmly refuse to perform.

One time I saw a child being stripped of his pants by his mother in the square, and my daughter immediately asked me why I was doing this, and I said that the child had wet his pants. The daughter immediately asked why the mother did not go Home to him to change, so that the bare bottom in public, how ugly ah!

I was suddenly struck by the question. I didn’t think it was ugly to change clothes in public for such a small child, and I had actually done this to my child back then. The first time I reflected on it, I suddenly felt, yes, although the child is small, is there no dignity?

A girlfriend suddenly made up her mind to stop the piano lessons that her child had been taking for five years. We were surprised and sorry, because before that her daughter was already resentful of piano lessons, but she always found various reasons and ways to fight with her child and persevere. This time, she decided not to take lessons, so there must be a reason. When I asked about it on the phone, my friend only talked about one thing.

The first floor corridor was filled with a child sitting on the ground floor crying with grief, next to her mother, who was wearing a face of ongoing anger, as if giving her an ultimatum. It was a crowded hall, and every parent who came to drop off their child took a suspicious look at the child, who was crying almost in convulsions. The confrontation between mother and daughter was like a tug-of-war, with no clear winner for a while. But soon, the angry mother suddenly looked like she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she carried her child’s clothes directly upstairs.

The friend said she was shocked, like looking in a mirror, she saw her own angry face in the mirror, and the anger will only use the most simple and brutal way to turn the situation around after the defeat of the line.

There are some things that you have to watch others do the same thing to know how terrible it is! My friend said.

The most important thing is that you have to be able to get a good idea of what you’re doing. But after reading more, I often just want to laugh. Because I don’t know how many people can do what everyone understands, even if it’s true.

Tell me about a personal experience I had. When my child was about two or three years old, he was once in the provincial hospital for a drip. I had to pee in the middle of the day, so I carried her to the bathroom. The squatting seat next door was also a child, laughing and talking with her mother. After several days of suspension, the adults and children were in a very bad mood, and the child refused to squat down and wanted me to pee, but I couldn’t do it because I was dragging the bottle with me. During the commotion, the needle in the child’s hand suddenly moved out of position. I yelled at the child without even thinking, “Can’t you behave yourself?”

The child was scared and silenced, and the laughter next door stopped instantly, as if I had scolded two children at the same time. When I came out of the toilet, the child and her mother also came out. I smiled at them in embarrassment, as an apology. It was a very pretty little girl, about the same age as my daughter, jumping up to my daughter, mischievously spitting out her tongue, comforting and very considerate: “Your mother said you!”

It is said that the test of a person’s true literacy is to see what he has done subconsciously, or in public where no one knows him. To this day, I am thankful that a child I have never met, at one moment, made a violent mother’s heart, become ashamed and soft!