A sense of security-some people say, "You are a child who was picked up."

I accidentally read an article about Mo Yan's mother today, which made me burst into tears. The original text is as follows:

It is natural for a mother to love her children. What moved me, however, was Mo Yan's mother's support for Mo Yan's sense of security. Perhaps the suffering mother didn't realize that what she said would bring so much comfort and support to her son.

As Mo Yan said, their education, although I didn't have a good understanding at that time, gave me a value standard to judge when facing major events.

Education doesn't have to preach with rules and regulations, but moisten things silently. A little thing, a word or even a look can be implanted in a child's heart, thus forming his own values.

For example, parents are usually gentle and polite at home, so children will be humble and polite; On the other hand, if parents quarrel every day at home, even if you keep telling him to be polite, the child may not be gentle.

Parents have a subtle influence on their children. Although children at that time won't say or do anything, one day when they have to face their own lives alone, childhood education will become the standard for him to judge things.

However, we can do these things easily, there are standards to follow, and it is not so easy for us to master some intangible qualities.

Just like Mo Yan's sense of security, you push your child to the edge of a cliff and then blindly tell the child: Not afraid. Can children not be afraid? I am afraid that children will tremble when they hear the word "cliff", let alone go to the edge of the cliff.

When I was young, I had a neighbor's sister. When I was young, she was smart and beautiful. The neighbors all like her very much. At that time, people in rural areas liked a child, that is, Doby.

The younger sister is attached to her mother. Her mother enjoys her attachment and sometimes hates her. Once we went out together, she was always attached to her mother, and then her mother couldn't help but say, if you are attached to me, I will drink lard and die!

My sister was frightened and didn't dare to cry. She clung to her mother's thigh and refused to let go, for fear that she would die accidentally. All day, my sister was immersed in fear, but my mother took her daughter's fear as fun.

For several days, as long as my sister is naughty, her mother will say that she wants to drink lard. Her mother was very proud when she saw her sister strangled. Even her mother told the story to her neighbors as a joke, and all the neighbors would make fun of her.

Later, when I was really angry, I told my sister that drinking lard wouldn't kill anyone, but she was dubious. She didn't know her mother was teasing her until I showed her lard in the dish myself.

Even if children know the truth, they will not let go of their negative emotions. He can only accept this fact silently. Her mother and neighbors probably didn't feel funny when they saw that their sister was no longer cheated, and they stopped teasing her.

In fact, I was not very old at that time, three years older than her. I can't say how I feel, but I instinctively don't like them teasing her like this, probably because I have suffered the same treatment.

I don't know how many post-80s people are said to have picked them up by their families. I was told twice when I was a child. In winter, a group of aunts and wives have nothing to do, get together to chat, knit sweaters and talk about children.

Unfortunately, I became the chosen child, and I don't know who started to say that I picked it up. Everyone in the audience smiled at my reaction. I looked at my mother, where did my mother go with a smile: I picked it up.

I got angry and turned away. The aunts and wives behind them burst into laughter. In the next few days, no matter which aunt I meet, they will always laugh at me and say that I picked it up.

I'm depressed. I'll go back and talk to my mother. Mom ignored me and said it was just a joke.

A few days later, when I was playing, I accidentally broke into their chat circle again. The aunts saw me coming and saw a white fat man as greedy as a vampire. They all said I picked it up, and then they waited to see me angry.

In fact, I know very well that the child was not picked up, but I can't help but feel sad. The angrier I am, the more excited my aunts are, and my mother vividly describes in which ditch it was picked up.

I can't take it anymore. I kicked my mother's knitting basket open, grabbed a small stone on the ground, pointed to the aunts and said loudly, if anyone says I picked it up again, I will hit her with a stone.

I may be the most unlovable child in the world, and those aunts finally stopped laughing at me for it. It should be said that no one dared to tease me from now on.

I didn't understand it when I was young, but I didn't know it until I was old. Actually, I don't care who makes fun of me at all. I'm sad that I didn't think I picked it up. I'm just sad that my mother didn't take my side when I was laughed at. I feel abandoned.

At that time, no one would care about my thoughtfulness, but it took me a long time to heal the harm caused by this harmless joke.

I'm not saying this to blame anyone, but I hope I can take a warning. Parents are the most solid reliance of children. Before he can't tell the joke from the truth, we should give them enough sense of security and tell them firmly: we love them! I am on your side!

Never tease a child's heart.

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