I put my daughter in a kindergarten class with someone I know, but it ruined her

Some parents try their best to choose good kindergartens and classes for their children. They will feel more at ease if they have relatives or friends in the kindergarten or class.

But once they leave this artificial warm house, even the smallest things can cause devastating damage to children...

Since we cannot protect our children for their entire lives, why not let them experience the same setbacks as others earlier?

Daughter, I heard you crying softly in the next room, and I know that something unhappy happened to you at school again. You must be blaming your mother, because you believe that as long as your mother is willing to help you, it will be more effective than a spell, and your troubles will disappear immediately. That was our past, kid, and I will never do that again.

You are a soft little flower in your mother's heart, white and fragrant. I once prayed that good luck would accompany you throughout your life like sunshine, dispel all the haze in your life, and make your sky always bright. But now I am paying a heavy price for my love. If I could go back to the past, I would keep you away from those luck, and maybe there would not be the sadness of the two of us at this moment, there would be no your sadness and my heartache.

Your good luck started when you were three years old. When you entered kindergarten, coincidentally, your aunt was the teacher of your class. I was overjoyed and handed you to her, asking her to take good care of you. Your enthusiastic aunt not only took good care of you, but also asked other teachers to take good care of you, so you became the most favored princess among the children.

Every day you come back with good news to report to me: "Mom, the teacher gave us oranges today. The other kids only ate two slices, but I ate five. They were all drooling with greed!" You were so proud, and your little face was smiling as brightly as a spring flower.

"Mom, when we were having a riddle guessing class today, many kids raised their hands. The teacher called on me four times and I got all of them right, so I got four red flowers. Some people weren't called on even once and they were so angry that they cried!" You were so excited that even your eyebrows were dancing with joy.

"Mom, many people are afraid of the most naughty boy in our class, but he never dares to tease me. He said he is most afraid of me because I am the boss! Also, when kids play games, they all want to be in the same group with me." You are in high spirits and your chest is puffed out.

I know my daughter is happy and content in kindergarten. You are like a flower, and even in your dreams there is bright and warm sunshine; you are full of confidence and vitality, children like you, and teachers care for you. What a lucky child you are.

When you were in elementary school, your good luck continued and your homeroom teacher turned out to be your grandmother's student. My grandmother and I brought you to visit the teacher, where you were warmly received and he promised to train you well. So you continue to retain the identity and status of a little princess, and you are like a happy bird, singing constantly in the sunshine.

You were lucky to be one of the first Young Pioneers in the class. You became the class monitor and the teacher's right-hand man. Your grades were also among the best. You became a three-good student. Every day, you still had so much good news to report to me. At that time, I felt that happiness was really blooming like a flower.

But the good times didn’t last long. When you were in the third grade, there was a personnel change in the school and that teacher was transferred away. Your misfortunes slowly began and you came back crying almost every day.

"Mom, the teacher asked me to sit in the fourth row, but I always sat in the first row. I told her that I wanted to change my seat, but she refused and criticized me." The daughter's eyes were filled with tears, and she was indignant.

"Mom, the teacher didn't praise me for the whole week. He only praised others. Does he hate me?" The daughter sobbed, her little face full of pitiful fear.

"Mom, the teacher didn't ask me to answer any questions today. I will never raise my hand again." The daughter's voice was hoarse from crying. She had never been treated so coldly before.

"Mom, a boy called me a nickname today and pulled my hair. I asked him to apologize but he dared to push me!" My daughter burst into tears. This was the first time she had ever been bullied like this.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain. I don't want to go to school anymore. How about you transfer me to a school where I have friends? I don't want to stay in this class for another day!" My daughter burst into tears, her tears falling on the back of my hand.

This is what a third grader said! Such a confession shocked me and also woke me up. Yes, these are trivial matters to other children, but they are devastating injuries to you. Other children may quickly forget the unhappiness, but you may cry until late at night and still cannot let it go!

I finally realized the harm that all that luck brings to you. Every flower must go through wind and rain before it blooms, and every flavor should be tasted by you personally. I know these principles, but when I become a mother, I will unknowingly become so confused.

Over the years, I have carefully held you in my palm, artificially created a small greenhouse for you, and cruelly deprived you of the experience of wind and rain. How could you grow up, and how could you be willing to grow up?

I didn't transfer schools for you, daughter. We can't escape anymore. We have to face these belated ups and downs. Otherwise, you will never find a way to overcome the difficulties you encounter, and all you think about is seeking a shelter.

Your academic performance plummets, your personality becomes introverted, and you even begin to feel inferior. When your father came back from vacation, he was heartbroken to see you like this. He whispered to me that if you really can't adapt to this new teacher, you should consider transferring schools.

But I know clearly that your current distress is caused by my original mistakes, not by the new teacher. If you cannot make yourself strong and adapt to the environment, the environment will not accommodate you in return.

Every time after you cry, I will let you wipe your tears by yourself, and then analyze with you why this happened from the perspective of a teacher and classmates. I tell you there are fifty students in the class and the teacher will not ask questions to all of them. Not asking you to answer questions is not biased but fair. I tell you that if the teacher does not praise you, you have to do better and he will see it. I tell you how to deal with those boys who love to bully others. The more you cry, the more they will bully you. You must be strong.

You looked at me deeply, as if you were looking at a stranger. Your previous mother would immediately call the teacher and express her feelings on behalf of her daughter, but now your mother wants you to work hard to solve these problems on your own. You seem so confused. You promised me that you would do this out of helplessness, but turned around and started crying again. I know that this is a painful process that you must go through, and I can't give up.

I have also contacted your current class teacher, and he also agrees with my approach and is willing to work with me to help you change your current situation so that you can grow up healthily and happily.

Gradually, you no longer came back with a sad face, and said to me during dinner, "Mom, during the class meeting today, the teacher told a joke that was so funny." Mom, a classmate in our class is sick today and we want to go see him. You no longer talk about the special treatment you receive in the class, you no longer talk about other students in a condescending tone with a strong sense of superiority, and you even begin to accept your current head teacher. But sometimes, you still can't help but sigh like a little adult, as if you are filled with infinite melancholy.

In fact, my head teacher talked to me about what happened today. He said that although I have made rapid progress, I still haven’t been rated as a three-good student at the school level. Because you have won almost all the honors in the class, this time, in order to encourage more students, the teacher gave the title of "Three Good Students" to the student who does not have the best grades but has made the greatest progress.

I also support the teacher's approach. I want you to cry as much as you want for a while, cry out all the grievances in your heart, and then we can have a good talk. I believe that mother and daughter have a tacit understanding with each other, and you will definitely understand the teacher's approach.

Daughter, I know you are sad, but let us hold on. Do you know that when you grow up, your mother is also growing up. If I hadn't been so naive at the beginning, I would have kept you away from those lucky things and let you, like other children, meet the things you should meet, experience the emotions you should experience, and taste the flavors you should taste.

You and I will both understand that the taste of life is so rich, the ups and downs are all nutrients, and the joys, anger, sorrows and happiness all have gains; the connotation of life is so profound, spring, summer, autumn and winter are all life, wind, frost, rain and snow are all wealth, and only by being willing to be sad can you win happiness.