Last night, Doudou went home after taking the selection exam of Sanmei Middle School, and as soon as he entered the door, he said that there was two good news to tell me, and asked me which one to listen to first, and I said casually very calmly, and the child happily said that one was the first prize in the mathematics competition, and the other was the first place in the whole grade! Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but maybe there was no excitement on her face, Doudou was a little disappointed, she asked me: "Do you think I should be the first in the exam?" I think so!

But looking at the child's test papers in private, there is indeed some depth, and I also need to think before I can make it, and it is actually okay to get more than 90 points every time, but I know that now it is different from the past, she must rely on herself to get out of her own world! And this world is to be admitted to a good university with excellent grades to lay the foundation for her life. Although I am constantly sad about falling into this unhealthy educational trap, what can I do?

Every time I see a child alone all night without stopping to do the homework that seems to never be finished, I always feel unbearable, but I always have to make the child deeply think that it is incumbent on me to complete the homework as a student. Sometimes I will blame the child for procrastination, but how distressed I am in my heart!

Since I had Doudou, I was determined to let her grow up freely and easily, and I didn't want to be swayed by the utilitarianism of reality, so I always insisted on not adding extra burden to my child, and I just finished the homework assigned by school. I also firmly believe that with our genes and the nurturing of our children, learning should be easy for her, so I will be very concerned about my child's mistakes, but I am not enthusiastic enough when facing my child's good grades.

In fact, every bit of progress made by the child is the result of the child's hard work, and I should give full recognition and praise.

Doudou was very sad in the face of my indifference last night, saying that if my father was there, he would be willing to listen to her, but I often annoyed her and didn't want to listen.

Suddenly I feel like I'm such a bastard! A child's confession, even if it is a grind, should be a treasure for a mother, and it needs to be cherished!

Although I have my worries and worries, but this survival in the world is not just can't let go of the children to barely survive?! I often retract into my own thorns like a hedgehog and don't want to look up, just accompany the children step by step, provide the children's food, clothing, shelter and transportation, but do not care for the children's growth needs of the spiritual care!

My father's departure has crushed me, my spirit has completely lost any vitality, and I am curled up in anxiety all day long! If I can't accompany my child to grow up happily and healthily, what is my value?!

I feel a deep self-reproach in my heart! Accompany my children to grow up! -- No matter the wind or rain, I am the child's piece of heaven that will never fall!