Daughter brought tears to my eyes

My daughter is in the fifth grade of primary school, and the school has to arrange an open class every semester. Parents can learn about her daughter’s study all day in school. This is a teaching routine, and I don’t have much hope, out of caring for my children, I can listen to two or three classes every time. But last Wednesday’s open class was different. After the two Chinese math classes, the head teacher arranged a parent-child activity class: knowing how to be grateful, the two student representatives first recited the great lines to praise their parents, then the class teacher asked the students to give their parents gratitude cards to express their kindness to their parents. The children moved quickly, cutting, drawing and writing —- finally finished. The teacher in charge of the class showed the gratitude cards made by the children in multimedia. There was no doubt that the children’s passionate feelings were revealed, and the immature words were deeply touching. It was my daughter’s turn. The card was typed out and the teacher asked her to read it out. Her daughter looked at me silently. She blushed her eyes first and began to sob. Everyone present here was confused, what’s wrong with this child?. The teacher in charge read her daughter’s card. It turned out that her daughter drew a set of comic books, which described her mother’s life track for a day. The first picture: The car drove out of the residential area (Text Annotation: my mother sent me to school before going to work); The second picture: The car drove away from the primary school (Text Annotation: my mother took me home); picture 3: kitchen at home (text note: Mom is busy cooking); Picture 4: a desk and a desk lamp (text notes: my mother tutored me in my study). General note: This is my mother’s hard day. Mom, you are too hard. I must repay you when I grow up. After reading my daughter’s card, the gate of emotion flooded out. Tears couldn’t stop filling my eyes. A drop of tears slipped down my mouth and tasted sweet, astringent, bitter, salty —- I am always rational and strong, and I really want to find a place to escape, so as to cover the collapsed emotion. The birth of my daughter brought me great happiness. My child became everything to me, and I also became the shadow child slave of my child. Maybe from then on, I began to plan my daughter’s future, put your dreams on your daughter. I attended the best kindergarten, and also enrolled in interest classes such as dance, music, calligraphy and so on. I am looking forward to my child’s future and happy with his happiness. I enjoy this process,. But when I went to primary school, my scores began to control my soul. I thought I would accompany my children to walk the road built by exam results. I accompany my children every day, endorsement, dictation, SIGNATURE—–. My daughter’s grades should be good, as well as the top few in the class, moral education and physical education. But sometimes I should have passed the exam better, but I could have been better. Because I was not serious and didn’t examine the questions carefully, I made some mistakes. Every time my daughter holds an unsatisfactory test paper and asks me to sign it, I will be furious, taunt my daughter and even tear up the test paper. After many rounds of reincarnation, I become more and more numb, my daughter sometimes fights with me. Take the teacher’s words: The teacher said that I am good in all aspects, not just looking at scores. I have the most stars, and I am more presumptuous, no matter what I said to my child, I couldn’t listen to it. For several times, my daughter was scolded and cried loudly by me, but I was indifferent and indifferent, which made me extremely scared. The excessive expectation for children’s scores made me almost crazy, and the smile on my daughter’s face gradually disappeared. We began to fall apart. The night before the school’s open class, there was another war between my child and me. The vicious language stabbed the child, and even threatened the child not to attend the parent-teacher meeting the next day. The cry of my daughter made me angry, and sent out a request to beg you to go. Is my daughter’s silence in class a silent revolt against me or a awe-inspiring majesty? I don’t know. The greeting card made by my daughter made me ashamed. How can I face my innocent and pure daughter with naked soul and ugliness? How tiny I was at this time, how noble my child was, and only I could feel this kind of emotion. My daughter taught me a lesson, spreading God’s will like an angel, the most important thing in life is to care for each other, warm and happy, rather than dignified, reprimanding and sarcasm-a parent-child lesson makes me think for a long time. Fortunately, my daughter’s mind was not changed by my torture. She still knew how to be grateful and pursue progress. I should thank God. What I am ashamed of is that what I did once hurt my beloved child. She made me understand the true meaning of life. I should be more grateful to my child and the teacher who planned parent-child classes. Sadly, what tied us to the chariots of exams, from birth to college? What makes us pay too much attention to achievements and ignore children’s thoughts and ordinary happiness. Premier Wen said: a good university lies in its own unique soul, which is independent thinking and free expression. When can our education enable students, teachers and parents to express freely and think independently? We look forward to the persistence and innovation of many educators.

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