Chapter 21 Verse 20: He should have a complete family

Married, happiness is like a flower During the parent-teacher meeting, I apologized to all the parents.I stood at the front of the classroom and bowed to everyone, saying I'm sorry, I didn't discipline my son strictly, which affected your children's studies.I saw some of the parents sitting at the bottom squinting at me, with a look of disapproval, saying in their hearts "what's so great about you", and some had tears in their eyes. They understood the helplessness of a mother like me. Every afternoon before school ends, there is an eye outside the back door of my son's classroom staring at him through the narrow glass on the door, and that is me.I secretly observed how "noisy" and "black sheep" he was.I saw that 20 minutes before the end of get out of class, he had already packed his schoolbag neatly, put it on the table, and then copied his hands to watch other students do their homework, as if it had nothing to do with me.

As soon as he got in the car after school, I wanted to punch him.Although I know that he is not a child who likes reading and doing homework, there is no such child in the world, although I know that I was not much better than him when I was a child, but I can't control my anger and my hands!In Chinese schools, facing Chinese teachers, I had to be led by the nose by the values ​​of Chinese parents; "Batu, Batu, why are you? Why are you sitting there when all the other students are doing their homework? Mom is so sad for you. I told you hundreds of times and you didn't listen. Who sent you to anger me? yes?"

Batu's principal liked him very much, even though he personally gave him two punishments.The principal's office is Batu's refuge.she told me: "Song Dandan, just have fun secretly. We have never seen a child who is so filial to his mother like Batu. When he is mischievous, no one can control him, but as long as we talk about Batu, the teacher will find your mother if you do this again. Talking, he can’t bear it all at once. He can write a long letter to the teacher to admit his mistakes, he can block the teacher at the door of the office and say: Teacher, tell me, what shortcomings do I have? I can correct any shortcomings, as long as You don't tell my mother! I just accidentally lost control!"

The principal also secretly showed me the letter Batu wrote to the teacher: Teacher Zhang: After hearing you say that my mother will be invited this afternoon, I am very anxious.I know that I want her to come because I influenced others when I was in art class, but I really don't want her to come, not because I am afraid that she will beat me or scold me, but because I am really afraid that she will not be able to bear it psychologically.You must say: "If you really consider her, don't do things that make her sad." I really regret it. When I was in art class, it never occurred to me that this would make you invite her!

On Sunday afternoon, when I returned home after playing, I saw her lying on the bed with her eyes red from crying.I asked her what was wrong and she said it was fine.I asked her if it was because of me, and she still said it was fine.I guessed it was because of me, so I asked her why.She said that in the UK, the parents of Chinese children there are very rich. They can buy cars and houses. You can't compare with them.It turned out that it was because I said at noon that day that I envied Lin Zi for having several mobile phones and computers.She was afraid that I would not study and compare myself to others when I arrived in the UK.

But her distress is not only financial, but her parents, sisters, family, and her theater all put pressure on her in different ways, and she suffers from various mental and physical tortures.But she is most worried about my future.I really don't want you to give her another hard blow today.Of course, it's not your fault, it's my fault, but I promise I will never trouble you again!I promise! Please help me again, thank you! Zhao Rubin 2004.6.14 Listening to the principal's words, and seeing Batu's childish handwriting covering two densely packed pages, my heart is warm and painful. For 10 years, I have always believed that I am a lucky woman. After leaving that family, I found my true home again, found a good man, loved me, and accepted my son.However, when I think of Batu, who has grown from a 6-year-old child to a 17-year-old boy, I am still not sure whether the divorce of his parents hurt him more or urged him to grow up more.

Today, I still want to persuade women who are mothers to maintain a complete family for their children even if they suffer more grievances.