In the movie "Beautiful Life", Zu Shuhua asked,
"Dad, why does this store say 'Jews and dogs are not allowed in?'"
Dad was stunned for a moment and said,
"Oh, this." No Entry" is the latest trend sign! One day, I was shopping with a kangaroo friend, but the door said "Kangaroos are not allowed". I said, well, we can't help it, they don't let kangaroos in. ”
"Then why doesn't we have this brand in our shop?"
"Well, we'll put one on it tomorrow and leave all the stuff we hate in." What do you hate? ”
The young child thought for a moment and said, "Spider." ”
"Well, I don't like vampires. Tomorrow we will write: Spiders and vampires are not allowed to enter. ”
In movies, such subtle and nuanced lies abound.
In that era when Jews were discriminated against, trampled on, and brutalized, fathers weaved one beautiful lie after another in order not to let the weak body and mind of their children be harmed.
In the inhumane Nazi concentration camps, he did not know German and acted as a translator, translating the threatening words of the German army into a complete "rule of the game".
When he was forced to carry out high-intensity physical labor and felt that he could not hold on, he thought that his little son was still waiting for him in the room, and he struggled to carry a heavy iron block.
And when Zu Shuhua asked about "they said to make Jews into buttons and soap", he laughed with fear and teased the timidity of the child.
Even at the last moment of his life, when he was shot in a hidden corner by a Nazi gun, in order not to frighten the child, he still smirked and made funny moves, pretending that it was just a game.
Story 2: "To Whom the Biggest Apple Is Distributed"
The earliest education a person receives in his life comes from the family, from the mother's early education of her child. In order to study the impact of mothers on people's lives, a famous psychologist in the United States selected 50 successful people in the United States, all of whom have achieved outstanding achievements in their respective industries; at the same time, 50 people with criminal records were selected and wrote to them separately, asking them to talk about the influence of mothers on them. Two of the replies impressed him the most. One from a prominent white house official, one from a prison inmate. They were all talking about the same thing: when they were young, their mother gave them apples.
The prisoner from the prison wrote in the letter: When I was a child, one day my mother brought a few apples, red, green and green, of different sizes. At first glance, I saw a big red apple, and I liked it very much, and I wanted it very much. At this time, my mother put the apple on the table and asked me and my brother: Which do you want? I was just about to say that I wanted the biggest and reddest one, when my brother preemptively said what I wanted to say. His mother listened, glared at him, and scolded him: A good child must learn to give good things to others, and cannot always think of himself.
So, I had a stroke of genius and changed my mouth and said, "Mom, I want the youngest, the biggest to leave to my brother." ”
Mom listened, was very happy, kissed me on the cheek, and rewarded me with the big red apple. I got what I wanted, and from then on, I learned to lie. Later, I learned to fight, steal, rob, and do whatever it takes to get what I want. Until now, I've been sent to jail.
The famous person from the White House wrote: When I was a child, one day my mother brought a few apples, red, green and green, of different sizes. My brothers and I were all vying for the big one, and my mother held up the biggest and reddest apple in her hand and said to us, "This apple is the biggest and reddest and the most delicious, and everyone wants to get it." Very well, now, let's do a contest, I divide the lawn in front of the door into three pieces, one for the three of you, responsible for trimming, whoever does the fastest and the best, who has the right to get the big apple! ”
The three of us raced to weed, and as a result, I won the biggest apple.
I am very grateful to my mother, who taught me one of the simplest and most important truths: if you want to get the best, you must strive to be the first. That's how she always taught us, and that's what she herself did. In our family, everything you want must be won through the game, which is fair, what you want, how much you want, you have to pay the corresponding effort and price!
The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that pushes the child's future world. The mother is the child's first teacher, and you can teach him to tell his first lie, or you can teach him to be an honest person who always strives for the first place.
Story 3: "Let the child feel your love"
One night, while my wife was preparing dinner in the kitchen, our youngest son walked up to his mother with a piece of writing paper. His mother looked at the paper after wiping her hands off her apron, which read:
Mowing: $5
Tidying up my room this week: $1
Go to the store for you: $0.50
Take care of my little brother when you go shopping: $0.25
Go out and take out the garbage: $1
Get a good transcript: $5
Trimming and ploughing the garden: $2
Total should be obtained: $14.75
His mother watched his son stand there hopefully. I tell you, I can see her brain churning. She picked up a pen and turned over the paper that her son had written, and wrote on it:
When you grow in my belly, the 9 months I hold you are priceless;
The nights I stayed up late with you, seeking medical treatment and praying for you, it was priceless;
The annoying situation and all the tears you have caused over the years, that is priceless;
Those old nights of fear and the troubles of the future, which are priceless;
Preparing toys, food, clothes and even wiping your nose for you is priceless;
Son, when you add up all of the above, the full value of my sincere love for you is priceless.
When the son finished reading the words written by his mother, he looked directly at his mother with tears in his eyes and said, "Mom, I really love you." He took out a pen and wrote in capital letters on his "bill": "Pay it all off." ”
Many parents complain that their children cannot be considerate and understand their parents. Parents not only have to work every day, but also have to take care of the housework, especially the care of their children. But the child, as for it, seems to have "emotional apathy" and does not "appreciate" his parents.
In fact, it is the parents themselves who cause the children's "thin feelings". Does your love make your children feel it? Does your hard work make the child understand? If you are always silent about your children and silently do "unsung heroes", how can you expect your children to recognize the greatness of this ordinary?