I often put the words "love you" on my daughter Little D (Little D also quickly learned to say, "Eni, Eni"), and many readers also said that I was a particularly rational, gentle and patient person for children.
In fact, in reality, I am a particularly emotional and easy person.
I have a habit of keeping an emotional journal and recording things that touch my emotions. This method is very helpful for my emotional management.
Today's article to share with you two short stories from my emotional diary has given me a deeper understanding of the phrase "I love you" and I think of them whenever I lose patience with my children.
When Little D2 and a half years old, I was still a full-time mother, and my husband was the main force with the baby on the weekend, and I could basically be the treasurer. There is one thing I have to endure when men take their babies, that is, the dirty mess in the house. The husband took the baby for half a day, and the whole family felt as if it had been robbed.
Every Monday morning, it's the busiest time for our family, my husband is getting ready to go to work, I'm going to re-enter the state of having a baby, and I'm cleaning up the house.
Last Monday morning, I put Little D on a dining chair and let her eat yogurt herself, and I took the opportunity to tidy up the house. She finished her yogurt and started shouting, "I want strawberries, I want strawberries!" "I had a bunch of dirty clothes on my hands and didn't take care of her in time.
So she began to cry out, "Mom, Mom!!!! I want strawberries!!!! ”
He stopped what he was doing and gave her strawberries, which stopped screaming. Originally, I was a little irritable because I cleaned up the house, and I was even more annoyed by her call. I turned on the mode of "Xianglin Sister-in-law" while cleaning up, I know you would like to eat strawberries, but your mother can't always revolve around you.
You see, the family is so messy, the mother still needs to take care of the family, right? At that time, if there was a mirror, I estimated that my expression must not look good, and I must have frowned.
Little D was eating strawberries and watching me hurry back and forth on the dining chair and said, "Mom, I love you!" I was touched by her sudden words, my heart was warm, I couldn't help but stop, went up to hug Little D and said, "Mom loves you too."
At this time, I realized that there is actually nothing to be irritable on such a Monday morning, anyway, things are always there, the home always needs to be sorted out, so why not keep the mood happy to tidy up?
That Monday we had a particularly good day, it should be said that it was the best day of all the rushEd Mondays in more than two years, and at the end of that day, I also said to Little D that it was a magical Monday, because you said "I love you" has magic!
Yes, Little D taught me the power of the three words "I love you." When we are irritable and we lose our temper, these three words are the warmest comfort. Such a simple truth, my daughter understood, but I have not understood.
Many times when Little D was naughty, I always wanted to correct her, educate her, and sometimes even "murder" her. Well, the next time, when she loses her temper, I'll be like her, not judging or accusing, first telling her, "I love you."
Children or adults, when they are least lovable, is precisely when they need love the most.
One evening, Little D played with toys on the play mat by himself, and I prepared dinner in the kitchen. Suddenly she came in on her own and said to me, "Mom, I love you."
I was busy, and I didn't lift my head, so I casually replied, "Oh, Mom loves you too." Then he said to her, "Go play in the living room yourself, your mother is making you dinner." ”
But Little D did not leave, still surrounded me, and said again in his mouth, "Mom, I love you." I replied again in the same situation, "Well, Mom loves you too, get out soon."
She still didn't go, this time pulling on my pants, leaning her head back and saying again, "Mom, I love you." ”
To be honest, I was a little anxious, but I was still patient, bent down, looked at her and said, "What's wrong?" Mom knows it, and Mom loves you. Little D looked into my eyes, suddenly smiled and blossomed, and said again, "Love you!" Only then was I satisfied to go to the game mat and continue to play.
It was also at that moment that I suddenly realized that the original "I love you" sentence was so important to Little D. When she felt like she wanted to express it, she would come over and tell me.
My response tone and body language made her think that I hadn't heard it, so she would tell me again and again.
When I used to make "I love you" a very common expression in our lives, but because it is so ordinary, we all forget its solemnity. The adult world is really busy and stressful, and sometimes because of being busy, we are a little numb to the expression of love, and we say these three words more like a habit and perfunctory.
Whenever Little D makes me feel impatient, this picture always comes to my mind from time to time, and every time I think about it, my heart will warm up. I really felt what it was called: children are really angels.
Their hearts are small, and their memories are not very good, but because of this, they are the most alive in the moment. They are true to their every present emotion, and they are willing to experience and share it unscrupulously, so they are always happier.
My daughter taught me that no matter how busy I am, I can stop for half a minute and seriously tell the other party that I love you; no matter how busy, I can also stop for half a minute, look into each other's eyes and respond seriously, I hear, I love you.
My daughter made me understand again that "I love you" is not just a word, it is unconditional acceptance, it is a firm strength, it is a lifelong faith.
May we all seriously say "I love you", and may our children have a heart to let go of impetuousness and embrace innocent and beautiful things like children, even when they are not so "angelic".
May the people we love all carry this strength and faith through the ups and downs of life!
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