Above, I went to the hospital to visit my classmate Wang Zize. After a school year, you have been running in with classes with developmental disabilities, and now you have adapted to the environment, with little change. From talking casually in class to making trouble, to observing discipline and consciously integrating into the class, our teacher has given great patience and your mother has made great adjustments. This time you are diagnosed with diabetes, and your mother can play it safe. I know this is the result of your mother's constant cultivation and acceptance. Maybe it's because I accept you more. Your mother is very willing to be close to me. She feels my sincerity and kindness. I had a deep communication with your mother. Every time she asks about you, I want her to praise you more and encourage me to see you. From the beginning, she thought I should be tougher. Later, as I said, she relaxed her requirements for you and was more sure. Besides, mom became the first person to change, and your heart gradually settled down a lot. When you are seen and recognized, you don't need to use negative behavior to seek attention.
Yes, I am willing to plant good seeds by supporting the growth of other people's children. I believe that this beautiful quality and state will flow back to me and my own children. I believe that helping other people's children is helping my own children. Thank you, dear Prince Eucalyptus. I know you are not a burden to the teacher. From a larger reality, you are here to bring some lessons to the people around you and help us grow.
Above, Ding's home visit. You are a lovely boy, always smiling. When criticized by the teacher, you may get angry and blush, but soon, you forget and are willing to be close to the teacher again. I used to be particularly annoyed with your habit of talking in class, but I can feel that your restless heart is full of irritability.
When you told me that you can joke with the teacher in physical education class class, but not in your class, you immediately got angry. I see that you expect to establish contact with teachers in this way. Explain to you that this will destroy the energy field of the teacher's lecture, but it will also meet your expectation of establishing contact with me. Since then, you have been the leader of Group B, delivering books to my office every day.
When you told me that your father beat you in the third grade because you couldn't solve math problems, you tore up your exercise book and I read your feelings for your father. Let me ask you, did you feel that your father didn't love you and that you hadn't forgiven him in your heart? I saw your mouth slightly open and your emotions spread. The first time, when I saw that you were about to cry, I understood the reason why you didn't want to learn math.
When you told me that you always made the English teacher angry when you were in primary school, you never did your homework, and now you still do your homework every day. What I heard was that you wanted to be recognized and seen, and I praised you as you wished.
Sometimes, after talking to you for an hour, I feel very lost when I see you relapse the next day. I think it's too difficult to change you if your parents don't change. But I think, as long as you plant a good seed, maybe one day it will sprout, blossom and bear fruit! I have no doubt that you will appreciate me in the future. But I only helped you so much because I also enjoyed the process. Perhaps, we are achieving each other. It seems that I can easily see everyone's fragile sincerity under the mask. Sometimes I just want to warm it.
Above, Gao Jia's home visit. You are a beautiful girl, but your eyes are not as clear as those of children of the same age, but more evasive and confused. Every time I see you talking to other students in class, I lose all consciousness. I am really angry. I also have a lot of judgments in my heart: how can I? How can you just remind me, talk about it and laugh! How can a girl do this?
I think my judgment on girls' gender comes from the education my grandmother and mother gave me when I was a child. It seems that being a girl has many standard bottom lines. I have always been a good girl, and the seeds of inner rebellion have never germinated, but after marriage, the inner part is very divided. On the one hand, it is my real desire, on the other hand, it is the voice of others in my head, which often pesters me and causes internal friction. It was not until I began to learn and grow myself that I slowly learned to erase the eyes of others, be myself, listen to my feelings, rebuild my relationship with myself, and move from division to unity.
Because of this profound judgment, many times even if I want to do more, I really can't support you. Because there is no acceptance, where is there room for change? Thank you for showing me this. I let go of girls' ideas and standards, and there is a reason to really see you now. The confusion in your eyes, your repeated irritability and tears are telling me that you don't accept yourself. So, what should I do? Maybe this is a more loving way, maybe giving more respect, I need to try.
When I saw your mother, I thought I knew the reason for your speech. How will a mother who frequently hits people because of anxiety affect her children? If you were not this demonstration, what kind of demonstration would you be? So, I told your mother straight away that it was her who needed to change. If what she is doing is useful, you won't present it like this, so she needs to be the first person to change, so that your model can change and you can change.
Above, I took it during my self-study yesterday afternoon. You have the habit of talking casually. You asked to study and sleep in the afternoon, and I agreed. I hope to have a very quiet atmosphere, take out my diary and start writing. I really concentrate on my own business. Ignore the occasional discordant notes. Before long, the classroom was very quiet, and two or three children couldn't sit still and always wanted to make some jokes. I just occasionally look away and give a hint. This semester, I have been training you to have self-awareness and more awareness of your own state. When everyone was quiet, I sneaked up and took this photo, but few people found it.
I hope you will remember this moment and send it to our English study group. From the very beginning, I used this group to exchange homework information with my parents, and finally it became a communication channel between me and you. I changed your names to baby, from a dignified teacher to a caring sister, and often shared my experiences with you.
During a holiday, I clocked in fluently every day, and you clocked in 100 words. Every night at eleven o'clock, I will praise the babies who punch in one by one, all kinds of fancy praises, and share my experiences and feelings in the process of reading and speaking fluently, which are the same as those you will feel in your study, so that you can learn and adjust.
I just stopped to watch you go to physical education class several times. Really, I feel that your adolescent energy is in this class. Everyone threw themselves into it, laughed happily and ran wildly. Youth should be like this. You can't help but stop taking pictures like this. You will definitely remember this campus life in the future.
Take two little cuties alive. You are smart, expressive and like to chat with teachers. This is a beautiful painting. I hope you will have good memories of your school in the future.