Holding my son, I was afraid behind my back.

I have been worried that my child is always staring at him in his studies, and I can't rest assured. In life, Linxi said that the protection for him is doting. My feeling is that I am also doing what the teacher does, but I can't cross the power of staring at him in my heart. Later, I participated in the course of offline happiness planner, and one day Teacher Linxi did case therapy. I didn't quite understand it at that time, but when I got home, I found that I stopped staring at my son. I see, I stared at him because an important incident related to my father happened when I was a child.

I remember one day when I was a child, something happened that I will never forget. I just felt that I had grown up and started to take responsibility from that day on, but I didn't want to grow up in my heart. It's scary to think about it now.

I was playing that day, and then my father was sleeping in bed, and there were only two of us at home. Then he suddenly called me and asked me to bring him a rope. I didn't want to take it at first, but I finally took it. After giving it to him, after a while, I felt something was wrong and went to my father. I found him burying his head in the quilt. I quickly uncovered the quilt and found him tying his neck with a rope. I was frightened in an instant, so I quickly put on the rope. ! From the moment I left home, I grew up instantly.

Dad also suffered from depression, and now I begin to understand that it is under the control of my mother, who is the controller of the whole family. Later, I asked Linxi that my brother and I both have rhinitis, and my brother's rhinitis is more serious.

I also began to understand that I have fear, because I am afraid of losing my father, growing up because of fear, and protecting my son because of fear.

It has been a week since Mr. Linxi took it as a case. I feel that I am no longer so anxious, and I can start to put down my worries about my son and start to trust him.

Invisible motives, visible entanglements

? When I came back to the community after work at noon yesterday, the community security guard stopped me: He told me that my son dropped this broken glass from upstairs and took me to see it. He also told me that he had gone upstairs to ask my son, and my son said he lost it. The property didn't know about it and asked me to go home for education.

I said thank you. I went home and asked my son what was going on. Tell me, son, who told him to leave? I had some communication with my son. Finally, I said to write a 300-word review. My son later told me that he didn't want to write a review. I said yes, then I have a request. There happens to be a reading meeting in the company at night, and I may be late. You cooked dinner at night. The son agreed.

My son has been calling me since 5 pm. Just wash the dishes and pots. Call me at 6 o'clock and ask when I will be back. I said I didn't finish my work today, so I didn't go to school. I may come home late. The son said, come back after reading the book.

I also joked: Why not let me go home early and rest? After hanging up the phone, I thought about it. The children all said that they didn't want me to go back early because they gave up studying. I seem to have set a bad example. Did I tell them they could get off work early?

On second thought, I finished my urgent work and went to school. I didn't go home until eight o'clock at night. And I adjusted it in my mind. The company's book club made us go home every Monday night, so there was no such arrangement.

I also got a call from my son in the middle. The food he fried was finished by my sister, and there was no food. I have to fry it again. When I got home, my son fried potatoes and carrots for me and brought me porridge and steamed bread. I think the kitchen floor is clean, not like cooking marks. The son said that he wiped the floor, touched the knife and brought me the bowl. Both sides of the chopping board were cleaned for me.

My son said that he had been doing it for nearly two hours. After we finished eating, my son asked me to buy potatoes and fried them for us at noon today. I can feel a sense of accomplishment brought by my son's cooking.

It was a bad thing, but now it seems to be a good thing. Recently, my son dared to tell me the truth, and I accepted it frankly. Naturally put his son on the expectations of ordinary children. Is this the result of teacher Linxi letting me go home to see my grades?

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