Behind every problem child, there is a pair of problem parents. As a parent, it’s easy to teach children to say "I'm sorry", but have you taught them to bear the consequences?
I remember that in the first grade of elementary school, my daughter got very dirty on the sleeves of her clothes. I was troubled by this. After nagging countless times, I couldn't change her habit. Nowadays, in the fourth grade, she basically no longer wipes her mouth with her sleeves, at most she wipes sweat. I don't know how happy she is for this.
But the other day my daughter made me angry again. After eating the ribs at noon, her mouth was full of oil, and I reminded her to wipe her mouth. She lifted her school uniform and rubbed it directly on her mouth. I was anxious and patted the table to reprimand: "You should be in first grade. This kind of joke is not funny at all. Don't expect me to wash your clothes in the future." The daughter's grinning facial expression instantly stiffened, and then she tears. The ground rolled down one by one, but this couldn't moisten my heart.
My daughter entered the room sadly, while I sat at the dining table in a daze. Only then did I feel the burning pain in the palm of my hand. My mind was very confused. One voice said, "Restrain and restraint, why do you always get angry", but another voice said, "It's good if you don't slap on her." The final compromise between these two voices calmed me down.
I took heavy steps and walked into my daughter's bedroom. She raised her head and looked at me, obviously unhappy, even waiting for my further reprimand. At that moment, I felt distressed and asked softly: "Did you do it right?" My daughter shook her head and said, "I'm sorry."
"Mom wants to tell you two short stories, I wonder if you are interested in listening?" My daughter loves to listen to stories, and I know she will not refuse. Sure enough, she nodded happily and urged me to speak quickly.
"The first story, you know. Last time I took you and my sister to the slide in the community. A little boy was playing basketball while going down the stairs. Unfortunately, the basketball strayed and hit my calf. At the time I was holding my sister on the steps, which was very dangerous. His father hurriedly told him to say,'I'm sorry, he did it too, but he still took pictures like that, and his dad didn't say anything. I think his Dad should stop him from continuing to shoot." After I finished speaking, I looked at my daughter. She nodded in agreement. At that time, I turned my head and watched the little boy walk down the steps, and finally the ball rolled onto the road because of a deviation. Fortunately, it did not cause any harm.
"There is another story. A mother took her daughter to a restaurant to eat. At the next table was a pair of parents and two sons. The two sons were naughty and kept chasing me after you, but they knocked over their dinner plates. The two little boys were shocked and looked at their parents in a daze. Their father reprimanded and said, "Say sorry. The two little boys hurriedly returned to their place after speaking. The mother took her daughter to pick up the things that were scattered on the ground. They looked up and asked the two little boys if they wanted to help pick them up together. Their parents said, "We've already said I'm sorry. This mother didn't say anything, but she wrote in the article: I'm sorry for being so cheap, it's such a mistake. I still commit crimes." After telling the story, I also looked at my daughter. She had forgotten the unhappiness just now, and she was still a little angry, and said: "If I am there, I must let them pick it up."
"Haha, then my mother asked you, just now you wiped the oil on your mouth with your clothes and said,'I'm sorry, can this matter go away?" When I said this, my daughter sneered in embarrassment. I continued to say, "Is this good, in order to let you remember, in the next month, you will wash your clothes yourself?"
The daughter didn't answer immediately, she tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "Can I wash the clothes this week?" I held my daughter's hand and said, "Deal."
On Saturday, I saw my daughter washing her own clothes, even though they were just thrown in the washing machine, I was still happy. When I went to dry the clothes, I found that the oil stain was very conspicuous. I asked my daughter, "Are you going to wear it like this?" My daughter said with certainty: "Yes." Either I was lazy, or I couldn't wash it. In short, I can accept that dazzling mark now, and I gave it a nice name-"The Mark of Growth".
