If the problem can be solved by growling, then the donkey can rule the world. Yes, I found myself more and more like that donkey recently, especially after the baby learned to walk. Every corner of the home has become his playground, the drawer of the TV cabinet, the sofa bottom of the living room, the sliding door of the balcony, the wardrobe door of the bedroom, and even the air conditioner in the corner of the living room has been shaken by him. For him, everything is full of curiosity, because I don't have to worry about where the hygiene is not thorough enough.
I'm afraid that the drawer will squeeze into his hand, that the sliding door will touch his head dangerously, and that he will stuff everything in the corner into his mouth? In short, various unsafe factors forced me to tell him seriously that this can't be done and that can't be done. However, for him, everything was in vain. Every time I turn to slide the door, or open the drawer and throw all the contents on the ground. Once or twice, n times later, I yelled at him and scared his little ass out. But these warnings, which I think are serious, have become games with him. He will learn to pat his ass and pout his nose and make faces like me. Alas, how much patience and energy it takes to have such a small person at home ~
Ask yourself, you are not a person who wants to be tied at home with peace of mind. Over the years, I have been used to working hard outside, and suddenly I am bound at home. I can imagine my inner struggle. In the first days, I comforted myself over and over again, and I will get through it slowly. By the time I get through the full moon and a hundred days, he is now turning over, sitting and crawling. I also comfort myself that the most difficult and struggling time has passed.
Yes, it is getting better and better. I can walk and eat by myself, and I know where the danger is. When I grow up, I can go to kindergarten. I broke my hands and counted the days. From morning till night, drink water, eat, pee and poop, and repeat every step over and over again. I put on clothes when it's cold, change clothes when it's dirty and clean the floor. The sheets should be changed frequently to ensure his physical comfort. When he falls asleep, he should clean up the toys scattered all over the floor and consider every detail. It was midnight when he was busy?
Day by day, he slowly slowed down my temper and didn't kill it. I think every mother who takes care of her baby alone is a king kong and an iron man. She always has to cope with his staying up late and getting up early. When she gets sleepy at night, she feeds him and covers him. I need to try to find out all kinds of reasons and chicken soup.
Come on, dear great and beautiful mothers, let's share this article "Walking with Snails" written by Taiwan Province writer Zhang Wenliang and give it to all busy parents. Thanks to the older babies for giving us an opportunity to slow down on the road of life, so that we can smell the flowers, hear the birds, feel the gentle wind, see the stars in the sky with how bright, accompany our children to quietly taste life and listen to their inner voices.
Take a walk with a snail
Zhang Wenliang City, Taiwan Province Province
God gave me a task.
Tell me to take a snail for a walk.
I can't walk too fast,
Snails have tried their best to climb, why are they always so few at a time?
I urged it, I bluffed, I blamed it,
The snail looked at me apologetically.
As if to say: "I have tried my best! 」
I pull it, I pull it, I even want to kick it,
The snail is hurt. It's sweating, panting and crawling?
It's strange, why does God want me to take a snail for a walk?
"God! Why? 」
The sky is quiet.
"alas! Maybe God caught the snail! 」
All right! Let me go.
God doesn't care anyway. What do I care?
Let the snail crawl forward, and I will sulk in the back.
Huh? I smell the flowers. There is a garden here.
I feel the breeze. The breeze at night is so gentle.
Wait! I hear birds chirping, I hear insects chirping.
I see how bright among the stars in the sky!
Huh? Why didn't I have such a delicate experience before?
I suddenly remembered, am I wrong?
It was God who asked a snail to take me for a walk. Share:
Teaching children is like taking a snail for a walk.
Spend his childhood and youth with his children,
Although sometimes you get angry and lose patience,
however
Children will unconsciously show us the best side of life at first.
The child's eyes are sincere,
Children have a unique perspective,
Why don't parents slow down,
Put aside your subjective thoughts,
Savor the taste of life quietly with children,
Listen to the echo of children's inner voice in the secular world,
Take some time for yourself,
From endless life,
The achievements are not limited to children.
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