Good Boy Growth Record (1)
The first summer of 2018 is fast approaching. This is the first summer vacation of Mianmian, and the second half of the year after the graduation of the small class is about to enter the middle class. Since the Spring Festival in 2017 in Guangdong, she has not returned to her hometown in Shaanxi for a year and a half, and the memory of her hometown is always her grandparents, brother, mother-in-law, and a little yellow dog who watches the family, and every time she gives her grandfather or brother a video, she asks to see the puppy dog. So this summer we will definitely take her back to the countryside, one is to see her grandparents and relatives, and the other is to let her increase her understanding of her hometown. When she first came out of the house, she still knew that she was from Shaanxi, and now she basically had no concept, and asked her where her hometown was? She would only touch her head and smile, and she couldn't think of Shaanxi at all. When children did not go to school before, they did not know that the summer vacation was so important to children, because the semester life was tense, it was difficult to have time for long-term travel, and there was no time to go back to the distant countryside, and occasionally only on weekends could they take them to the small nature on the edge of the city to blow the wind, feed the fish, and sometimes take several buses through the center of the city, touching the walls made of steel bars in the city.
Clothes to stretch out, food to open the mouth, this sentence can best describe the bad habit of cotton cotton. It was also the only problem that left me with no way to help her correct it. Because she often gets praise from teachers for the details of her meals at school, such as washing her hands before meals, reminding her classmates to wash their hands, and eating will clean the bowl and leave no rice left. But every day when I came home, her situation was completely opposite, no matter how I greeted her to eat, what delicious food I did, how to create the atmosphere of eating, could not arouse her interest in eating. More often than not even looking, only when I feed into her mouth, she will open her mouth, bite by bite, until I finish feeding, think about it is really angry, see people's children holding bowls to eat, carrying chicken legs to eat, I am angry in my heart, even if she grabs me with her hands, I am happy, even because of eating to beat her, scolded her, the little age of her temper has become more and more impatient, encountering urgent things always cry and listen to her opinions, completely disregarding the feelings of adults. For a while, I was really in crisis with her father with a child, and I didn't know what to do in the face of her stubbornness. We eased up after her request and helped her improve her bad habits. She loves the world of children, loves new things, and as long as we take her out to group activities, she will respect the opinions of adults on her own, will not make trouble at all, and have fun.
A while ago, I suddenly found that she always stretched her head when she spoke, and looked a little wrong, so I reminded her to straighten her back, look at her head to her shoulders, don't stretch her head when she spoke, and told the teacher at school to remind her to maintain a normal posture. Then she quickly told her father about this bad habit, and how did she develop the reason? The first one came to mind the tablet, which she would lie on her back every day to watch TV, play games, and sometimes learn some preschool knowledge. I didn't expect these electronic products to hide so much radiation to children. Then we hid the tablet, tried to divert her to play other games, and bought her some handmade plasticine, crayons, borrowed some picture books, and she slowly got rid of the tablet. It's not like when I came back from school and asked: Mommy, what about my tablet, take it out for me, I want to play with the baby bus... And so on a whole bunch of children's dramas. Since she stopped looking at the tablet, her body quickly returned to normal, and she would no longer stick her head and tilt her neck to speak.
Now, she would play outside until she came home late, asking me and her dad to tell her stories before going to bed, or asking robots to sing her lullabies. The personality has also become like a small wind, quietly making people feel a little comfortable.
The growth of children is a journey that tests the patience of parents, and children can only deeply feel the difficulties and hardships in it if they bring it themselves. I used to think that the mothers of several children were too unhygienic, and now I know that the mother has no time to rectify herself, because the whole mind is on the children's daily affairs, which have time to take care of their own image. This is also a patent that the years have brought to each of our mothers, right? Of course, there are also most mothers, because of good conditions, they can get more material help in the matter of taking children, and they don't have to work so hard. There is time to do the work you like, to take care of your life beautifully, and to have no worries at all.
Recently I told Mian Mian's father that this summer to take the child back to her hometown, change the habit of consciously eating, I hope she can eat well under the praise of her grandparents, obediently eat, because she is more than two years old at home when she will hold chopsticks and noodles. But now every time I see chopsticks, I say, Mommy, you change me into a spoon, I won't use chopsticks. Thankfully, we've been eating rice, drinking porridge and rarely eating noodles. But as a four-year-old who can't even use chopsticks, this kid is really lazy with me. Knowing this, I decided to change it.
Now I know that it is too difficult to be a good mother, but if you do it, it will be easy. What is needed is the passion and persistence of the heart. From a new perspective, discover the humanistic feelings that life is everywhere, and accompany your children to witness the beauty of the years!