My daughter's classmates call her "No.23". There are always 5 people in her class, and every time she takes an exam, her daughter ranks 23rd. Over time, with this nickname, she became a veritable average student.
We thought the nickname was harsh, but our daughter accepted it gladly. My husband said worriedly that when it comes to company activities or old classmates' parties, others are full of praise for his "Little Superman", but he can only play deep. Other people's children, not only outstanding achievements, but also many specialties. Only our "No.23" has nothing to show off. Therefore, as soon as he saw the talented children in the entertainment program, his eyes lit up with envy.
On Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends get together and fill a spacious private room. The topic of everyone has gradually turned to the younger children of each family. Let the children talk about what they will do in the future. Pianists, stars, politicians, and children are not afraid of stage fright. Even the 4-and-a-half-year-old girl will say that she will be the host of CCTV in the future and win a burst of admiration.
My 12-year-old daughter is busy peeling crabs and shrimps, serving soup and wiping her mouth for her little brother and sister. People suddenly remembered that she was the only one who didn't say anything. Urged by everyone, she answered seriously: "When I grow up, my first wish is to be a kindergarten teacher and lead the children to sing, dance and play games." Everyone politely expressed their approval, and then asked her about her second choice. She said generously, "I want to be a mother, wear an apron with a tinkling cat on it, cook dinner in the kitchen, and then tell stories to my children and show them the stars on the balcony."
relatives and friends were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what to say. The husband's expression is extremely embarrassing.
In fact, we have also used a lot of brains. In order to improve her academic performance, she invited tutors, enrolled in remedial classes and bought all kinds of materials. Children are also quite sensible, stop reading comic books, quit paper-cutting classes, and give up lying-in on weekends. Like a tired bird, she rushed from class to class, doing papers and workbooks in stacks. But after all, it is a child, and his body can't bear it first, and he has a bad cold. In the hospital bed, she was transfused with liquid, and she insisted on doing her homework, which finally caused pneumonia. After the illness, the child's face became smaller. But the results of the final exam are still 23 people who make us laugh and cry. Later, we also tried to increase nutrition, material incentives, and so on. After repeated tossing, our daughter's little face became paler and paler. Moreover, as soon as she said that she wanted to take the exam, she began to suffer from anorexia, insomnia and sweating. Then, she got 33 people who made us stunned.
My husband and I quietly gave up the vigorous activities of encouraging children, resumed her normal work and rest hours, gave her the right to draw cartoons, and allowed her to continue to subscribe to books and newspapers such as Children's Humor, and our home was stable for a long time. We are distressed by our daughter, but we are puzzled by her achievements.
On weekends, a group of colleagues went on an outing together. Everyone cooked their own best dishes and took their husbands and children to have a picnic. Laughing and laughing all the way, this child sang and that child performed a sketch. My daughter has no housekeeping skills, but she keeps clapping happily. From time to time, she ran to the back, looked after the food, put the tilted lunch box in place, tightened the loose bottle cap, wiped the vegetable juice out, and was busy like a careful little housekeeper.
an accident happened during the picnic. Two little boys, an olympian and an English expert, are holding a glutinous rice cake on the plate at the same time, and neither of them will let go, let alone share it equally. Plenty of delicious food is constantly put on the table, and they don't even look at it. The adults laugh and sigh, and even persuade and coax, but it doesn't work. Finally, it was my daughter who easily broke the deadlock by tossing a coin.
On the way back, there was a traffic jam, and some children became anxious. One after another, the daughter's jokes amused the whole car. Her hands were not idle, and she cut out many small animals with colorful cartons filled with food, which attracted the admiration of this group of children. When we got off the bus, everyone got their own paper-cut of the zodiac. Hearing the children's thanks again and again, the husband couldn't help showing a proud smile.
after the mid-term exam, I got a call from my daughter's class teacher. First of all, I learned that my daughter's grades are still medium. However, he said, there is a strange thing that he wants to tell me. He has been teaching for 3 years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.
There is an additional question on the Chinese test paper: Which classmate in the class do you admire most? Please give the reason. Except for my daughter, the whole class actually wrote her name. There are many reasons: being enthusiastic about helping others, keeping promises, not being angry, being easy to get along with, etc., and most of them are optimistic and humorous. The class teacher also said that many students suggested that she should be the monitor. He sighed: your daughter, although her grades are average, is really excellent.
I jokingly told my daughter that you are going to be a hero. My daughter, who is knitting a scarf, cocked her head and thought about it. She told me seriously that the teacher once said a proverb: When a hero passes by, someone always sits on the side of the road and applauds. She said softly, "Mom, I don't want to be a hero. I want to be someone who sits on the roadside and applauds."
I was shocked and looked at her silently. She quietly weaves wool, and the pale pink thread winds around the bamboo needle, as if an inch of time spits out little buds in her hand. In my heart, it was suddenly warm.
at that moment, I was suddenly moved by this girl who didn't want to be a hero. How many people in this world aspire to be heroes when they are young, but eventually they become ordinary people in the world of fireworks. If we are healthy, if we are happy, and if we don't go against our wishes, why not be a kind ordinary person?
When she grows up, she will be a virtuous wife, a gentle mother, even an enthusiastic colleague and a kind neighbor. In those long years, she can live the life she wants safely. As parents, what do you want to pray for a better future for your children?
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