Be aware at all times and not get angry when you are tired or annoyed.

When I took my son to a foreign teacher’s English class last Friday night, I always maintained awareness of my physical condition. I reminded myself if I felt uncomfortable, rested when I was tired, and expressed it when I was impatient.

Therefore, even though my body is indeed a little tired, because they are always taking care of my body and mind, they also take good care of me and will not let my mind dominate blindly, reminding me from time to time: Oh, You are tired; hey, you seem to be a prelude to getting angry... Just like that, although my son still played until nearly nine o'clock before leaving (I would have been quite anxious before, partly due to time reasons, and partly because of the constant The child didn’t cooperate when I reminded him for the first time), but I still spoke to him gently every word. Also tell him how his mother feels now.

On the way home, he was as docile as a little sheep. He said he would give me a thumbs up and reward me with a dinosaur fossil. Hahaha, there are so many benefits to staying aware and not getting angry! Applause! !

I went to the yoga studio to practice yoga and Chinese medicine on Saturday morning, and my husband took my son out to play ball. I came home in the afternoon, cleaned up the house, washed and hung clothes, and moved a few boxes, and then I felt soreness in my waist. I originally planned to cook, but I thought I should rest immediately and take care of my body. So I just took out the frozen chicken and defrosted it, put it in the pressure cooker to make soup, picked some vegetables and soaked them in water, and then lay down to rest.

When the two of us came back in the evening, I said we could make noodles with chicken soup. Everyone ate noodles. My son said, Mom, the noodles you make are really as delicious as the ones in the restaurant!

After eating and packing, I work on the computer and my husband goes out for a walk. I originally wanted my son to go to bed early, but my husband actually came back at eight o'clock and asked him to pack up a large shelf of toys! I think if you don’t collect it early or late, why do you have to collect it when he has to wash up? !

I started to sound a little unhappy. I complained to my husband and urged the child to move faster. My son was quite well-behaved. He put away his toys and washed them immediately. Maybe after Friday and just now, his love tank is relatively full and he still has energy to deal with the pressure from his parents. (It’s really not easy to be a child when you think about it. My father has one request, and my mother has another request! Sweat!)

Sunday is a bit of a challenging day. I made an appointment with my children to go to the farm to play. When he was about to go out, he said he was going to defecate, but it got on his pants, and when he was changing his pants, it stuck to the bed. Oh, my mother! Fortunately, I have rich experience in dealing with such incidents, and I have practiced allowing myself and my children to make mistakes several times before, so I washed my pants calmly and asked my husband to wash the sheets. Once that was done we went out.

After playing in the sand for a while at the farm, my son said he was bored and wanted to play with Lego. And he threatened to blind me if I didn’t buy Lego. Ouch, the old man is so tough! I said: I won't buy it for you just because you said so, but we can discuss it if you want to buy it. (I admire myself so much for being so witty!) Later, he came to talk to me about this matter at least three times, and I responded in this way. I neither succumbed to his coercion nor gave him enough space. Wow, click, click, concentration has improved! The result of the subsequent discussion was that he bought it with his own pocket money and asked me to borrow the remaining part.

In the afternoon, he accidentally hit his head on the tire swing and was terribly aggrieved. And I didn't see how he fell at first, and I thought it was just a fall, nothing serious. As a result, he made a fuss again. He said he didn't want TT (the kid who went with him) to swing, and asked me to get her off. I said I didn't want to do that, and he became angry and said he wanted to chop TT into meat patties, and asked me to get a pair of scissors to cut the swing. . When TT's mother saw it, she pretended to use her hands as scissors to cut. This made him even more angry and started to beat TT's mother. After beating for a while, TT's mother asked him if he had relieved himself, and he said no. I said come and hit me, so he turned to me. I pulled him to sit down and asked him how he felt, because I felt that there was an iceberg that needed to be unearthed behind the surface anger.

After communicating with him for a few words, I saw TT’s mother and TT collided while playing on the trampoline. The collision was very painful and TT cried.

I said, look, everyone falls and gets bruised, that's normal. The son said angrily, "I don't think they really knocked him down. They planned it. They were just pretending to cry." "Oh, you think they also deliberately laughed at you, right?" He nodded. "Do you feel that you are very ugly and useless when you fall?" He nodded again. "So you really hate it when they laugh when you fall. You think they are laughing at you, right?" "Yeah!" "Oh, mom doesn't think you are stupid or ugly when you fall. We all fall."

The reason was finally found, so I told TT’s mother who was walking towards me that her children didn’t like being laughed at when they fell. After saying this, I felt that my son calmed down and no longer twisted like a hemp rope. What I admire most about myself is that on the one hand, I had to listen to my son attentively, but on the other hand, I was a little worried, because it was arranged for a few of us to go see a movie together later, and the tickets were all bought. In the end, I did not use my brain to convince people with reason, but used language that the child could understand to soothe his little heart.

The bumpy but perfect day ended with an extremely touching blockbuster. The four of us had sweaty eyes at the end...

Epilogue: During dinner, my son actually apologized to me, saying that it was wrong to threaten me so fiercely and that he felt very sorry. I smiled and said, "It's okay, baby, I know you didn't know how to express your feelings at that time."

p.s. Thank you for encountering Xinquan, especially what Teacher Feng Duo said about listening. After listening to this micro class, I continued to practice it. Useful means useful.

I feel that my communication with my child has reached a new level recently, and because of my openness and tolerance, he is able to express some of the lowest things through some emotions, such as the need to be loved and unconditionally accepted. eager. Those emotions seem a bit annoying, but when I listen with my heart and follow the guidance of my heart, I can see the sun through the clouds and meet a better version of myself. May we all maintain this awareness at all times.