Now, the windows at home are bright and clean, and the food is hot and delicious. We don't often go to restaurants and clinics in the community anymore. Our daughter is like a flower in the sun, with pink cheeks and fresh lips. I am full of gratitude to my mother-in-law Unexpectedly, the contradiction has poked the brain hole behind happiness.
First, the mother-in-law's ability should not be underestimated.
The initial dispute was about buying spring clothes for my daughter. In the shopping mall, my mother-in-law insisted on taking size two, whether it was clothes or shoes and socks. Her reason is that the price of children's clothes is too outrageous, and small people grow up when they see the wind. Only by buying a large size can they wear it for two more years, thus reducing the cost of childcare.
I can't help telling you that clothes only look good when they fit! The accounting mother-in-law was angry: What do children know about beauty and ugliness? She will be happy to have new clothes! As if to verify whether what grandma said is true, her daughter has cheered and can't wait to put on new clothes. Her long sleeves are like water sleeves in a costume drama, and her pants are dragging on the ground, especially those empty shoes, which make her stumble.
Worried, I told my mother-in-law: From tomorrow on, my daughter can skip the activity class. My mother-in-law looked surprised. I said, my colleague's son fell down in the game because his clothes and shoes were too big, and now he is still in the hospital! Mother-in-law looked lost and picked up her daughter in a panic, asking the waiter to change the appropriate number quickly. I giggled while covering my mouth.
I won the game by luck. But the contradiction began, and it kept popping up like a thread, which really caught me off guard. I promised my daughter a lovely Barbie doll for her birthday, but my mother-in-law shook her head again and again after seeing the price and couldn't tell me anything. I tried my best, but she remained unmoved. Looking at my daughter's crying eyes, I was extremely depressed.
After returning home, my mother-in-law went to the tailor's shop and asked for some cloth heads. She sewed rags, sandbags and red peppers for her daughter. My daughter is still crying. She opened her mouth and smiled. Finally, grandparents and grandchildren are like a family. Before going to bed, they sewed a doll with a bulging face, a red mouth and a cute little hat. The daughter was overjoyed and kissed the doll again and again.
I was convinced in the second game: the DIY ability of the previous generation should not be underestimated. You see, my daughter is usually crazy about TV, but now she doesn't even watch cartoons. Under the guidance of her mother-in-law, she solemnly embroidered the doll's skirt. Looking at the childish petals, my heart suddenly warmed up: it is a blessing for the younger generation to have an old man at home!
Second, don't worry about communicating with her.
Just when I was glad, new troubles suddenly struck. My mother-in-law wants to teach her daughter arithmetic. At first, it was just an oral question and answer, suitable for all ages. But two days later, she praised her granddaughter for her cleverness and began to give her children homework: fifty additions and subtractions every day. Stretching out his finger, the little man became more and more confused, and tears fell one by one. In this way, my mother-in-law also plans to give her daughter an early English class.
I quickly stopped my mother-in-law's "talent project" and she didn't listen. This time, the mother-in-law did not give in. I said that pulling out seedlings encourages growth, and she said that doting will destroy children; I said it was time to play, and she said that children should not lose at the starting line; I said I was tired of learning, and she said I couldn't be a tool without suffering. The more we talk, the more anxious we are, and the louder we are. My daughter thought I had a quarrel with my grandmother, and she cried.
In desperation, I had to contact my husband and make the first call for help. After dinner, my husband asked me to connect to the video. One is to praise my mother, saying that she is the biggest hero in the family. When I was a child, my mother-in-law laughed, and my husband suddenly turned to say homework. He first affirmed his mother's good intentions, and then euphemistically expressed his thoughts.
When there is another dispute, I always smile, speak in a gentle tone, try to learn from my husband and communicate with my mother-in-law in time. Sure enough, the two talked and laughed, and all the filth vanished.
Third, my mother-in-law will go back to her hometown.
In a blink of an eye, my daughter went to primary school, but there were more serious contradictions at home. Mother-in-law wiped her tears, packed her luggage and went back to her hometown immediately. I'm worried about my daughter.
It's because my daughter has a strange mechanical pencil in her pencil box. My daughter said that when she was cleaning the blackboard, she found this pen on the desk. She knew that one of her classmates must have found it and handed it to the teacher. Out of curiosity, she touched the button on it, and a pink lotus appeared magically on the tip of the pen. She was fascinated. When she saw nobody in the classroom, she slipped the pen into her pocket.
I suggest my daughter put the pen back and apologize to the teacher. However, my mother-in-law is firmly opposed. She said that she stole needles when she was young and gold when she was old. In order to impress this lesson on her children, she must make a review to the whole class and promise not to steal anything again.
I was dumbfounded with surprise, and my daughter turned pale and speechless with fear. I'm just saying that children have self-esteem. My mother-in-law immediately raised her face: this is a matter of principle, and you must never give in! Seeing that I had to defend myself, my mother-in-law went back to her hometown in a rage.
Seeing my daughter lying on the table, mixing pinyin with Chinese characters and writing a critical letter with tears, I can't keep silent any longer. This time, I called my daughter's class teacher for help. Although it was late, the teacher came in person.
The teacher wiped away tears for her daughter, and then smiled and advised her mother-in-law. She said that her children didn't know the concept of "stealing". Holding a pen is just out of curiosity, and excessive punishment will leave a psychological shadow on children. The experienced teacher persuaded her mother-in-law with teaching examples.
The next day, when I came back from work, my daughter showed me a mechanical pencil in surprise and told me that my grandmother bought it. Looking at the pink lotus at the end of the pen, I know that my mother-in-law is trying to accept the new concept of parenting. Although the process was difficult, she showed enough courage and mind.
Fourth, look at her with new eyes.
What happened later made me look at my mother-in-law with new eyes. That day, at the lunch table, my daughter vividly described to us that the walls of their school were covered with morning glory of various colors, and the sunshine covered them with golden quilts, and they were dreaming one after another. As soon as the wind blows, the flowers wake up with smiles on their faces.
My mother-in-law and I looked at each other: we passed there almost every day. Those fences are empty, not even a leaf. Where did these flowers come from? I looked at my mother-in-law nervously, afraid that she would be angry and her daughter would lie. But the old man didn't have a seizure. When my daughter was at school, she nervously discussed with me how to deal with this matter.
We all want a trustworthy class teacher. This time, her mother-in-law called her. The teacher smiled after listening. She said it was not a lie, but that the child was imagining things. She is lucky to have such a rich imagination.
On Sunday, my mother-in-law specially bought a packet of morning glory seeds. The three of us planted it under the wall of the campus together. Digging soft soil, my daughter kept laughing, and my mother-in-law chanted: In a few days, the flowers will bloom. Yes, if there is another rain and a gust of wind, the seeds will sprout and there will be morning glory full of my daughter's imagination. On the way home, my daughter took me with her left hand and my grandmother with her right hand, chattering endlessly. My mother-in-law and I smiled at each other. On the way of educating children, we finally learned tolerance, thinking and love.