My daughter’s school invited all parents to attend the students’ chorus party. I know my daughter has been preparing for this for a long time, and my wife and I are looking forward to her performance that night.
When my daughter’s class came out, I saw my small, dark daughter at the end of the first row.
The stage lights went out and lit up, The two girls who led the singing, Wearing a red dress, shining and dazzling under the central light. When the music sounded, they almost attracted the eyes of most people. I looked at my daughter standing in the back corner. She was dressed in a white dress and turned into a chord in the accompaniment. Her expression was devoted and natural, and her body was shaking slightly with the music.
This scene reminds me of many things…
My unremarkable daughter once worried me.
My child is not beautiful and looks very inconspicuous in the crowd. In the current fashion, she has no sense of what presence and is basically a [passer-by].
She has never been a monitor since she was a child. In the third grade, she was a junior captain for one semester, which is probably her biggest [official position] at present.
She has always wanted to be a flag raiser in the school and thinks it is very glorious, but it seems that it has nothing to do with her.
She is the second group of children in the class to wear red scarves, with only two groups in total. The first group to wear red scarves are the five or six students with the highest grades in the class.
I went to the school to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and I could never see my daughter’s name in the praise list. She didn’t pass the top three in the class, nor did she win the ranking in the composition competition. Of course, she was not named and criticized by the teacher for making trouble in class.
When teachers see the parents of top students, they will talk as enthusiastically as they meet old friends. When meeting the parents and teachers of those leather kings, they will also be familiar with making some complaints.
Only when I meet a parent like me can the teacher’s performance appear [normal]: no stranger, but not very familiar.
Which classmate’s parent are you? ]
When I quote my daughter’s name, the teacher usually says lightly: oh…
It is not difficult to find that, in fact, the teacher has nothing to say to me, criticism seems to have nothing to criticize, praise, and really don’t know how to praise.
To paraphrase a saying in Zhihu: My daughter is a small transparent class. I used to feel very anxious about this…
Is it difficult to accept your daughter as an ordinary person
There was a time when the school was going to have a school sports meeting and every class was required to walk in the phalanx. One night, my daughter told me that the teacher arranged for everyone to practice half an hour’s phalanx after school and to go home later. But the next day, she went home at the old time.
I asked her, don’t you practice phalanx?
The daughter said, I don’t need to practice.
I asked, did what happen?
She said that the teacher thought I was short and did not look good walking in the phalanx.
I asked, are you the only one in the class who doesn’t have to practice?
She said, there are 3 or 4 other students.
I’m afraid she will feel sad, so I said, don’t practice if you don’t practice, go home early to rest, practice those are also quite tired.
Unexpectedly, she said that the teacher did this to make the team look more tidy.
Obviously, the daughter is not unhappy.
I think it may be very difficult for parents to admit that their children are not the best.
After my daughter was born, I always told my wife that it was enough to ask her for peace, health and happiness for the rest of her life. However, the idea of hoping that she would become a successful phoenix and get ahead from time to time also popped up with a small tip restlessly.
When other people’s children can climb and their daughters can only giggle, I am anxious.
When other people’s children can count, the daughter will only call the father, I was in a hurry;
When other people’s children can say XYZ and their daughters can only say ABC, I am also anxious.
So I tried to give her some homework and family tutoring, pouring all my worries and anxieties back on my daughter. All this will only bring her complaints and unhappiness, as well as my tiredness.
Then one day, I suddenly thought, why can’t I accept the fact that my daughter is an ordinary person? Is it difficult to accept this fact?
What am I afraid of what? Am I afraid my daughter is inferior to others? Or is it afraid that my daughter will not be the capital I will show off to others?
Is it because my wife and I gave birth to a child to gain praise and envy from others? Do I have such a child to satisfy my vanity? No.
So, why should I refuse to accept the simple fact that she is a small transparency?
My daughter
Is a happy little transparent
She is a passer-by, a dragon suit, a piece of white cloth behind the girl in the red skirt, a corner cut off outside the neat phalanx. She is not the name of the happy news, a member standing in the corner of the stage, and a person who watches others raise flags when the national anthem rings. She is not the proud general in the oil painting, but the shadows behind the general who look at the ashes and cannot see clearly.
But is that how?
She said that she took part in the rope skipping competition. Although there was no medal in the fourth place, she had a great time.
She said that she likes the feeling of singing on the stage. After staying behind the lead singer, she will not feel nervous and will sing more devotedly.
It’s good to be a little transparent-I’m beginning to accept this fact.
Small transparency has small transparency happiness-only when parents adjust their mentality can children grow up happily.
I also hope to see her happy, healthy and happy more than she is outstanding, outstanding and outstanding-my expectation of my daughter will return to the moment when she was just born.
Looking at my daughter who was immersed in singing, I suddenly felt a touch:
As long as you like to do one thing, you don’t have to care where you are.