The son's name is Cai. When his father named him, he wanted the child to be born smart. The little guy didn't live up to his father's expectations. He is naturally smart and lovely, especially with a pair of shiny black eyes. At first glance, he is a villain.
My son is now in a large kindergarten class. The little guy is naturally active and can't concentrate in class. He looked around for a while. For a while, I bowed my head and said nothing, and I talked with my child for a while. Let the teacher have a headache. Every time I pick up a child, the teacher never forgets to write down his son's "evil deeds." After returning home, I will always give my son a kind re-education: "Son, do you want to be a good boy?" If so, why not have a quiet class? Son, do you want to enter a good university in the future? If you like, why don't you listen carefully in class? "Whenever this happens, my son always blinks his talking eyes and says," Mom, I want to be a good boy and take the Tsinghua exam later. "But after that, the little guy is still active in the classroom.
My son is sometimes beaten. Once when he came home, he said to me very grievance: "Mom, the teacher broke his promise. She said she would let me sit in the front, but she hasn't let me sit in the front yet. " After finding out the ins and outs of the matter, I said to my son, "Mom is also a teacher. Mom knows that the students sitting in front now have good grades. Are your grades the best in the class? " My son was speechless for a moment. A few days later, my son sat in the front. The son sitting in the front seems to have suddenly changed. When I went to pick up my son again, what I heard was no longer the teacher's scolding of my son, but the praise for his rapid progress these days. Instead of running around in class, he can listen quietly. And writing and arithmetic are always the first in the class, and they are done quickly and well. After that, I once tutored my son in the office to see the whole brain intelligence development. Looking at it, my son suddenly said, "Mom, I must be the first in the exam. Let me sit in the back! " "After listening to my son, I suddenly held my son in my arms. Hey! I didn't expect such a naughty and active little guy to have a tenacity and backbone.
My wife and I are both Chinese teachers. The characteristics of our profession require us to accumulate and recite something frequently. Probably because of heredity, my son has a very good memory, which can even be said to be unforgettable. My son's good memory began to appear when he was still in July and August. We live in the family building, on the fourth floor, with no obvious signs. Every time I go up the stairs on the fourth floor, my son will point to the security door with his little hand and signal to the adults that he has arrived home. I don't know how my youngest son remembers the floor. One morning when my son was three years old, he suddenly told his father's mobile phone number accurately. Before that, we didn't deliberately teach our son to remember the mobile phone number of adults. This shocked me and my wife.
As a Chinese teacher, it is essential to teach my son to recite some poems (quatrains and metrical poems) in his early enlightenment education. Teach your son a poem only two or three times, and he will remember it immediately without making mistakes. I remember going to the pipa once. In order to make students remember this famous book, I decided to demonstrate and recite it to students. Recite it several times when you are free at home. Once, when I was reciting "I, the master, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raised our glasses in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music", my son suddenly ran to me, shook his head and picked up the next sentence: "We are not happy after drinking all, we are leaving, let alone soaking in the moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. Who is playing in the dark? The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly replied ... Boy, he stole most of such a long poem. I couldn't help picking up my son and kissing him a few times, watching him shake his head, and his childish voice deliberately imitated my tone.
A lover is generous by nature and warm and generous to others. The son has completely inherited his father's character, and he is more likely to carry it forward. In the family yard where we live, although there are many children, there are not many as big as our son. Whoever is older or younger than his son, his son can play with them. Every Sunday, my son invites a large group of children to his house. Take out all the food, drink and sightseeing I bought for him and give them generously to the children. When the child left, even if there was only the last apple, the last lollipop and the last biscuit at home, the son insisted on taking it away for the child. Our son's hospitality makes all the children like to visit us.
One Sunday, my son didn't invite the children to his house. Instead, he went to the home of one of his closest friends, Qiang Qiang. I thought my son would play for a while and then come back, but I didn't expect his son to come back soon. The son came home crying and said, "Mom, Qiang Qiang won't let me play with his toys or give me cherries." In fact, this has happened to my son many times. My son is generous by nature, and I usually educate him to be generous. So my son can give his things to others without reservation, but others may not be like him. When this happened, my son was very angry at that time and made up his mind that he would not give his things to those children who he thought were stingy in the future, but he would also forget about it and continue to invite children to his home and continue to be hospitable.
In these four years, my son is growing and making progress. Every small step of my son's growth and progress brings me endless happiness. Son, son. How can you tell mom that you don't love you?