Text | Jimmy Mom
The other day, a friend complained to me about the recent embarrassment.
He took the child to the elevator, and there happened to be a beautiful girl in the elevator.
The girl was quite fashionable, in good shape, and wore a tight T.
At that time, he was holding his son, and his three-year-old son could not open his eyes when he saw the beautiful woman.
First, he smiled at the girl, and the girl ignored him.
Then, without paying attention, the son actually put the little fat hand on the shoulder of the person.
My friend's child was born late, and he usually didn't pay much attention to exercise, although he looked like a middle-aged man, he was still an honest person.
He deeply understood that the girl's angry eyes were aimed at him.
Frightened, he quickly apologized, criticized his son for not being right, and changed the child to aside.
As a result, his son took off his hat again and dangled at the girl. I almost didn't shout "Pretty sister look at me".
He said it was too embarrassing.
The girl had been glaring at him, very angry. Other people in the elevator were watching him too.
He said he wanted to disappear from the elevator immediately.
I was embarrassed for him when I listened.
Little boys love pretty girls.
Sometimes, they express their likes in their way, very directly, and sometimes the way looks a bit bearish.
The child bears up, and the society dies of the old father and the old mother.
I have a special resonance with what my friend said.
Many times we have no other way but to give them aftercare, apologies, and various compensations.
When mothers know that we adults feel wrong, two- or three-year-old children may be completely unconscious.
Criticism still has to be criticized, education still has to be educated, but embarrassment is still really embarrassing.
There are too many embarrassing things after this mother, I can say three days and three nights!
Before giving birth to a baby, dress up, behave in a variety of exquisite ways, always have to leave a good impression on others.
After having children, my tortured and exercised face became thicker and thicker.
The most common one is: walking happily on the road together, the child suddenly said that he was going to the toilet.
Urinating was fine, and the boy had a bottle and it was solved.
If he's going to pull, you'll have to switch to fire mode in a second.
You will see the street, the mother's back, the father's back with the child running, either rushing to the house, or looking for a toilet on the street.
Before giving birth, I saw parents directly let their children solve it on the side of the road, and I felt how this person was so unqualified.
After I became a mother, I found that in addition to those who really had no quality, there were really those who were forced to have no ruts.
I used to have a pretty canvas bag, which I loved.
I also memorized it once or twice.
Once, when jimmy was playing outside, Jimmy suddenly wanted to pull the stink.
I was wearing leather shoes and carrying a leather bag, carrying Jimmy and running fast.
But Jimmy couldn't hold back, there was no way, I finally had to let him pull my canvas bag.
When my mother found out later, when it was critical, face was the most useless thing.
In the face of the child's primitive instincts, all the retreats are not worth mentioning.
A few years ago, another time.
On the high-speed train, Jimmy, who is more than one year old, has a fever and keeps crying.
I walked around holding him, shaking around, and my arms were about to break.
Jimmy still shows no signs of easing.
In order not to disturb others, I carried Jimmy to the aisle on the other side of the bathroom and coaxed.
But Jimmy threw up again.
I could only carry him back to his seat to change his clothes.
At this time, there was a man next to me who was particularly fierce, yelling at me:
Why did you make him cry all the time?
Can you tell him not to cry?
I said: He was sick and very unwell.
He didn't forgive: it was your business that he was sick, but you affected me. Don't make him cry!
Why do some people think that if a one-year-old child doesn't want him to cry, he can stop crying?
I was devastated and shrugged him back:
You tell him to shut up!
You tell me how to make him not cry?
Can I hold a gun against him and make him shut up?
In public, children cry and disturb others, and many mothers feel guilty, including myself.
But it's high-speed rail, and I can't call the driver to stop and let me go down.
No one in the whole car wanted the child not to cry more than I did, and no one broke down more than me.
I'm really doing my best to reassure my kids.
At that time, my spirit was already very nervous.
In addition to being a child mother, I am also a person.
Even if it's a mom, I'm not a child's controller.
Children sometimes have some situations, which we have experienced for the first time and are also groping to solve them.
As a parent, in the face of these trivial realities, I really have no other choice. It can only make the heart stronger.
Make the skin "thicker" a little.
It's not that there is no quality, there is no way.
One of the readers, a mother, left me a message in the background:
My downstairs neighbors always like to knock on the door.
Hey, your house is too big.
Sorry, two children in the family, I let them pay attention.
Anyone who has a boy in the family probably knows.
Boys are just like this by nature, jumping a little and rolling a ball for a while, which is a common thing.
Not long after, the neighbor knocked on the door again:
Can you take care of your children?
Sorry sorry I stopped him. I guarantee there will be no sound after nine o'clock in the evening.
Your children are so noisy, what building do you live in, why don't you buy a villa!
I can't afford it, I don't have that condition.
The reader said she had also bought gifts and fruit to apologize for. But neighbors still don't understand.
She said I had really alerted them to attention, but I really couldn't tie them to a chair.
In particular, the child tripped over a toy and came up and knocked on the door.
Isn't that a bit of a fuss?
If you ask my opinion, I think it's that everyone has to think about other people's feelings.
We should try to manage the children well. Because some people may just like to be quiet.
But the child is not a robot, set a program and follow the program.
Or respect the nature of the child.
But what we should do is go downstairs to play when the weather is good, play at home when the weather is bad, and try not to make loud noises continuously.
After noon and nine o'clock in the evening, don't jump.
Sometimes, the child cries and behaves impolitely, and the parents are already very sorry.
At this time, I really hope that everyone will be more tolerant.
After all, all of us grew up crying and crying.
Of course, I'm also annoyed that my children are chirping in public, and parents are chatting louder next to them.
There are also the kind of children who pull this and push that, and the parents say don't care, don't affect my child's creativity, which is also very annoying.
I'm a mom and still want to say a few words for moms.
Without a child growing up, it is easy.
Maybe just a little kindness is already a great help to others.
Once, back from Sanya.
Jimmy may have a little tinnitus on the plane and kept crying.
I happened to read a knowing post about what would you do if you ran into a crying child on an airplane.
The reply with the highest praise turned out to be "I want to take a gun and burst the child"!
I had been coaxing Jimmy and apologizing to the people around me.
But nothing worked.
He may just be uncomfortable and keeps asking me to hold it, but it's time to take off, and I have to let him sit down and fasten his seat belt.
outcome......
In the front seat is a grandma who gives Jimmy snacks, lollipops, milk chips...
He kept twisting his head to coax him, constantly comforting him.
Next to him was an uncle who kept making funny faces at Jimmy.
I was particularly touched and especially grateful.
It's been a few years since it happened, but I keep it in my mind to this day.
Because at that moment, I really felt warmed.
There are also people who are willing to stand by my side and solve problems with me.
In the future, if I meet someone like this, I will also try to help her appease her first.
A little more understanding, a little more tolerance.
You see, this is the linkage effect of goodwill.
Of course, if you can't help, it's nothing.
Children are like pets, and not everyone likes them.
It's just that I still hope not to blame it from the start.
Not harsh on itself, for the old mother, is already the best comfort.