Three stupid birds

At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher shared a story, which was very interesting. Three Stupid Birds is about:

"Children and mothers, because of poor test scores, have contradictions again. The child said to his angry mother, I'll tell you a story. There are three stupid birds in this world. One flew first because he knew he was stupid. The other one stopped flying because he knew he was stupid; There is another one?

Stop it, baby. Look at mom. Mother asked anxiously, what happened to that one? The child answered her, and the last one, knowing that he was stupid, laid an egg in his nest. He doesn't fly himself, so the fool flies first. "

Almost all the parents burst into laughter. After laughing, I couldn't help feeling sad and thinking a lot. The first thing that comes to mind is, which bird am I

At school, I didn't do well in math, especially in grade three. All kinds of exercises in algebra and geometry are my nightmares. But I won't admit I'm stupid if I die. Because I can get the second place in Chinese in villages and towns, and I always get the first place in speech contests.

There are still many people who envy me, but I know I can't learn math well no matter how hard I try. Every lunch break, some students go home for dinner, some go to the canteen, leaving me alone, staying in the classroom and checking questions over and over again. I often wait for everyone to come back and chat, and then I slowly pack my bags and go home.

But the results of each test are still not satisfactory. I tried my best, but I still couldn't catch up with the people around me. People easily divided by 3 times 5, which solved the problem beautifully. I once secretly doubted my IQ, and finally realized that mathematics was my shortcoming.

The entrance examination will not be based on the Excellence of a certain subject, which is the drawback of exam-oriented education, and we can't change anything. A person's shortcomings determine how far he can go on his way to school. I failed in the senior high school entrance examination, so I had to choose a vocational school to learn a skill in order to solve the life problems of employment and life.

As a mother, I don't want to admit that my son is ordinary. To this end, I gave up almost all my spare time to accompany me for six years. Follow him step by step, starting with 1+ 1=2, and chew most of the math problems in primary school.

He studies hard and has always done well in the exam. At the end of each year, he was rated as "three good students" or "excellent class cadres". Everyone envies me for having a clever and obedient boy. I have always been complacent about my own educational methods, and I have no idea what it means to pull out a seedling to encourage it.

I was surprised when the results of the junior middle school placement exam came out. There are 720 students in the seventh grade, and he ranks more than 400. It's like pouring cold water from head to toe. I can't believe this is my proud son.

The old practice of accompanying students simply doesn't work. Many questions, I also want to ponder carefully. More often, he knows that he can't understand it at all. Looking at his blank face, I was angry and anxious. I often can't hold my breath and yell at him.

Gradually, he became silent and bored. I am depressed, but there is nothing I can do. The atmosphere at home is getting worse and worse, and happiness is falling to freezing point. Later, thanks to listening to several lectures by family education experts. I began to realize my own problems and slowly put myself in a correct position.

Learned to let go and give the study to the teacher. I played the role of life and spiritual companion and tried to do his logistics work well. Communicate with the teacher in time, consciously understand his weak subjects, choose the appropriate remedial classes, find out the doubts and difficulties first, and listen to the teacher's guidance from the same level as him.

No longer the opposite of him, he became a brother in the trenches, and I found that his distress was empathetic. If you can accept your own ordinary, why can't you allow your children to be ordinary? Waiting quietly for flowers, maybe he is a tree that doesn't bloom.

I don't pay attention to his study every day. I have time to prepare nutritious meals for him, take him into nature, into the library and play my favorite basketball with him. Explore his specialty, cultivate interest, encourage him appropriately and give him confidence.

I also picked up the pen left by 13 and walked on the road of chasing my dreams word by word. He saw my efforts and persistence, admired and supported me. He not only enthusiastically taught me to typeset and beautify pictures, but also took the initiative to read my articles. The most important thing is that he changed his mind in his study.

After a semester's hard work, he rose to the top 300 in the final exam. One night, I went to the remedial class to pick him up. It's very cold and there are few pedestrians on the road. He sat shivering in the back seat of the car and told me faintly that the next goal was the top 200. I stopped the car and looked back at him blankly.

He said, mom, you don't know. After entering the experimental middle school, I realized that there are too many people who are better and smarter than me. They are not only good at studying, handsome and good at sports, but also play guitar and trumpet. With everyone, I was tortured to pieces in almost minutes. Only then did I realize that there were so many people better than me. If I don't work hard, I will be really stupid.

After listening to my son's words, I suddenly heard the sound of flowers blooming. At that moment, I knew that he finally grew up and began to face up to himself and realize his shortcomings. Know how to set goals for yourself and work hard for them.

I am really glad that I am not always the third bird. That is not only the sorrow of a person's life, but also the misfortune of a child. If you have a dream, pursue it. It doesn't have to be imposed on children. He also has his own life and dreams.

I pointed to the stars in the night sky and asked him if he was beautiful. He nodded seriously. I told him that compared with those excellent people, we are not smart and can only choose to be a stupid bird that flies first. Because diligence can make up for it, we only study when others are sleeping. We write articles and others chat on mobile phones. Maybe we won't see the effect for a day or two, but after a long time, the books we read and the slow pace will eventually take us to the dream place.

The stars in the night sky have always been beautiful on our way forward silently.

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(30 days of micro-writing, short feelings 10)