My son is a genius who is not understood by the world [so shocked that he burst into tears]!

For other children, a genius who is not understood by the world is equivalent to having a golden key in his mouth when he is born into a family where his father is a government official and his mother is a university professor. But it was a kind of pressure for me because I did not inherit the good genes of my parents. When I was two and a half years old, other children could read Tang poetry and Song lyrics from 1 to 100, but I couldn\’t even count to 10. On the first day of kindergarten, I injured a child and damaged the most expensive piano in the kindergarten. After that, I changed to many kindergartens, but the longest I stayed there never exceeded 10 days. Every time I was sternly \”sent back\” from the kindergarten, my father would punch me and kick me, but the rain-like fists did not fall on me because my mother always rushed over to protect me tightly. My father did not allow my mother to find a kindergarten for me. My mother did not agree. She said that the child would always have contact with the outside world and it was impossible for him to stay at home for the rest of his life. So I went to a kindergarten again. That day, I peed into the children\’s rice bowls. My mother was away on a business trip, and my father, who came after hearing the news, was very angry and tied me up in the living room. My voice became hoarse, and my wrists were bruised with blood from the iron chains. I seized the opportunity, smashed the TV at home, and burned all the books and some important information in his study. As a result, even the fire brigade was alerted. My father was so embarrassed that he sent me to a mental hospital as a last resort. A month later, my mother came back. The first thing she did was to divorce my father, and the second thing was to take me home. Mom held my scarred arm and cried so hard. I was uncharacteristically quiet in her arms. After a long time, she shouted in surprise: \”Jiang Jiang, it turns out you can calm down. I have said before that my son is a genius who is not understood by the world!\” I was not alone in the battle. I went to elementary school. Many teachers Still refused to accept me. Finally, it was my mother’s classmate, Teacher Wei, who accepted me. I did fulfill the promise I made in front of my mother: I would no longer use violence against my classmates. However, various facilities in the school were not within the promised range, and they suffered one after another. One day, Teacher Wei took me to a classroom and said to me: \”Here are the wounded you have injured. Come and treat them.\” I am happy to do this kind of life-saving work. I used my lucky money to buy screwdrivers, pliers, welders, batteries, etc., and then freely combined the parts in front of me, and these scraps of metal came to life under my hands. Soon, a car and a small plane with left and right wings of different lengths were born. Gradually there were classmates around me, and I taught them how to use tools that their parents would not allow them to use. I stopped using my fists to win attention, and my eyes became friendly and gentle. Many times I saw my mother lying in bed reading at night. She felt sleepy and wanted to sleep, but had to get up and turn off the lights, so I spent a week helping her modify a remote control for a lamp. She dubiously pressed the switch, and the lights in the room instantly turned on. Her eyes sparkled, \”I told you, my son is a genius.\” It wasn\’t until he was about to graduate from elementary school that Teacher Wei told me the truth. It turns out that the \”ward\” in the school that is dedicated to treating injuries was rented by my mother. My mother used this method to find extra energy for me.I came to an outlet and cultivated my hands-on ability \”unintentionally\”. My elementary school ended quickly in happiness. When I entered junior high school, a completely unfamiliar new environment made me the target of criticism again – I did not complete homework on time, often damaged laboratory supplies, and more importantly, the class teacher was someone I disliked very much. For example, during holidays, she would suggest that everyone give gifts, and many considerate parents would do so. I said to my mother: \”For a teacher with such bad moral character to give her a gift, it is simply helping the evil! If you dare to give it, I will not read it.\” As a result, I suffered a lot of cold treatment, and the class teacher never gave her a gift in class. She asked me that no matter how good my essay was, I could not get high marks. She also punished me for cleaning the class after school every day because I did not follow discipline. My mother cried when she came to school and saw me sweeping and mopping the classroom alone. I raised my already small and muscular arms and said to her: \”Mom, I don\’t care. If you don\’t care, she can\’t hurt me.\” She looked at me in surprise. I asked her: \”Is your son very cool?\” She nodded, \”Not only cool, but also thoughtful.\” From then on, she came to school to help me clean up after get off work every day. I asked her: \”Do you think this is a reinforcement of justice?\” She said: \”Mom must be on your side, you are not fighting alone.\” Let me let you down again. I am about to graduate from junior high school. With my grades, I will not be able to take the exam at all. Not going to any high school. I became anxious, got into a fight with myself, and even banged my head against the wall. I went on hunger strikes, sat in meditation, and locked myself in my room in protest against my genius. For four days, I was inside the house and my mother was outside. I don\’t eat, and neither does she. On the first day, she told me about her father. The man once came to her and wanted to get back together, but she refused. She said to him: \”I allow anyone in this world to dislike Jiang Jiang, but I cannot forgive anyone for unprovoked insults and injuries to him.\” The next day, she invited my childhood friend Fu Shu, \” Jiang Jiang, the remote control car you gave me when I was in elementary school has always been in my study. It is my most precious and exquisite toy, really. Now you have encountered problems in studying, so what? You will definitely be successful in the future , my future friends will all depend on you!\” On the third day, Teacher Wei, the head teacher of the primary school, also came. She cried, \”Jiang Jiang, you are not the best among the students I have taught, but you are the most outstanding. It\’s different. You don\’t study well, but you live so well. I still use the electric vacuum cleaner and blackboard eraser you invented, and the teacher is proud of you.\” On the fourth day, there was no sound outside the room. I was worried that my mother wouldn’t be able to bear it if she didn’t eat or drink these days, so I tiptoed out of the door. She was cooking in the kitchen, and before I came forward, she said, \”Boy, I know the first thing you do when you come out is to eat.\” \”Mom, I\’m sorry… I feel very embarrassed.\” Mom said. He raised the pot and shovel, \”Who said that! My son doesn\’t eat or drink in order to make progress. Who said that? Your mother will fight for him.\” Half a month later, my mother gave me a multiple-choice question: \”A. Go to No. 1 Middle School , the best high school in the city. B. Go to a vocational high school to learn car repair. C. If you are not satisfied with it, my mother respects your choice.\” I chose B. ISaid: \”Mom, I know that you will rely on many connections to let me go to No. 1 Middle School, but I will \’let down\’ you again.\” Mom touched my head, \”Silly boy, you underestimate your mother too much. Go to a vocational high school.\” It\’s to magnify your strengths, and going to No. 1 Middle School is to exploit your weaknesses. Mom is also a university professor after all, so she still has some brains.\” I am a stupid bird, and you are a twig. That\’s it. I went to a vocational high school and studied Car repair, in the words of some uncles and aunts in the yard: I will treat my car as my grandchild for the rest of my life. We live in the family courtyard of the Polytechnic University, and the children in the same courtyard go abroad, study for Ph.D.s, and the worst are graduates. I am the only one who has been a negative example in this courtyard since childhood. My mother never shied away from anything, and never avoided others just because she had a son who had \”appeared\”. On the contrary, if she knew someone\’s car was having trouble, she would always ask me to help. She stood beside me while I was repairing the car, with a satisfied look on her face, as if her son was repairing not a car but an aircraft carrier. My life was getting better and better. Before I graduated, I was already known as the \”car prodigy\”, specializing in \”curing\” all kinds of difficult and complicated car diseases. After graduation, I opened an auto repair shop. Although I only serviced cars worth more than one million yuan, it was crowded with customers. Even though I was covered in oil every day, I didn\’t have to compromise and compromise for a living. One day, I accidentally saw such a Turkish proverb in a book: \”God prepares a dwarf branch for every stupid bird.\” Yes, I am that stupid bird, but the dwarf tree that was sent to me The person with branches is not God, but my mother. After reading this story, I was really touched. Just like children cannot choose their parents, parents cannot choose what kind of gifted children they will have. When it comes to children, unconditionally \”believing\” is probably the smartest way to be a parent. This article is the most shocking parent-child education article I have ever read, and it is worth reading by every parent!