我最大的盼望,就是有一天能够放下自己所有潜在的标准,享受儿子的呼吸和微笑。儿子其他方面都还好,就是写了一手烂字。为此,我带他访过名师,还给他报了无数个书法班,但他的字还是写的很不好看。很长一段时间,我都在这件事情上“超脱”不起来。无论其他人怎么开导我,让我多看儿子的优点,但是我总是惦记着儿子的一手烂字,常常催他好好练字。孩子的许多所谓缺点,实际上只不过是父母过度焦虑的副产品有一天,在我一通喋喋不休之后,儿子冷冰冰地说:“你真是一个更年期的、焦虑的、不让人喜欢的妈妈!”我从没听到儿子说过这样的话。更让我难过的是,儿子说完之后居然没有任何愧 My greatest hope is to one day be able to put aside all my potential standards and enjoy my son’s breath and smile. The rest of my son is fine, that is, I wrote a bad hand. To this end, I took him to visit the famous teacher, returned to him numerous countless calligraphy classes, but his words are still not very good-looking. For a long time, I’m on this matter “detached ” not up. No matter how others enlighten me, let me see more of the merits of my son, but I always remember his son’s rotten handwriting, often urging him to practice writing well. Many of the child’s so-called shortcomings are, in fact, merely by-products of parents’ over-anxiety. One day after my chatter, my son said coldly: “You’re really a menopausal, anxious and unpleasant mother!” I have never heard my son say such a thing. Even more sad to me, after the son actually did not have any shame