Qinsheng: Is my child destined to be so selfish?

The only secret to raising a happy baby is to build a loving, supportive, and respectful relationship between you and your baby. One of the important ones is that you and your baby share joy and happiness together. The greatest misfortune for a child who is an only child and raised alone is that he is alone. When the baby is a few months old, he likes to play with adults, such as hiding and cat-catching, tickling each other, reading picture books together, and going to the park to play together. If he laughs and you laugh, both of you will be happy. When babies of eight or nine months have teeth, they can hold small biscuits with their little hands and put them in their mouths, and they feel a sense of accomplishment. At this time, you have to open your mouth and say: \”Give mommy a bite!\” At this time, the baby will stretch out his little hand and put the smallest biscuit into your mouth. Mom will take a small bite and make a very satisfied meal. If you say: \”It\’s so sweet!\” the child will appear very happy. If he takes a bite, he will extend his hand to let his mother take a bite. This is what I observed when I observed my little grandson. I know that by educating children in this way, they will not be \”independent\” when they grow up. I remembered that when I was a child, my mother bought me delicious things to eat (such as popsicles and fruits). My mother always said, \”Let mom take a bite.\” I immediately reached out my hand, and my mom took a bite. I said contentedly: \”It\’s so sweet! It\’s delicious!\” I was very happy. As time went by, I got used to it. Every time I bought something delicious, I always gave it to my mother to eat first. If my mother is not at home, I still have to ask: \”Where is my mother!\” It seems that if my mother has not eaten it, the food is not so delicious. My mother wanted to eat persimmons before she died, but it was September and the persimmons had not yet come down. We sisters walked around the streets but couldn\’t buy persimmons. My eldest sister had no choice but to buy a few oranges. My mother tasted them and shook her head and said, \”Persimmons have changed in flavor these days.\” One morning, I went to Director Liu Bin\’s house to deliver invitations. Director Liu\’s wife had just come back from the morning market. I bought a bunch of fresh small persimmons. I was so happy that I ordered a few and went straight to the hospital. As soon as I entered the hospital, I ran to my mother and said, \”Mom! Persimmons! Real persimmons!\” My mother ate two and kept nodding: \”This is the right aftertaste!\” At that time, I shed tears unconsciously, and my heart felt warm. of. Three days later, my mother left. I have no regrets left in my heart. My mother has raised six children in her life and raised several grandchildren, all of whom know how to share. I also used this method when my son was young. No matter what he eats, my son always thinks of me first. Once, the kindergarten held a party on June 1st. After the children finished their performance, the teacher gave each child two pieces of chocolate. I saw my son holding the chocolate. He ran to the parent\’s chair in the back and found me. He took out one of the chocolates and said, \”Mom, give me a piece of chocolate!\” I smiled and said, \”Okay!\” I immediately opened my mouth and my son put the chocolate directly. Into my mouth. I ate it contentedly in front of him: \”It\’s so sweet! It\’s so sweet!\” My son happily ran back to his seat. A mother sitting next to me said enviously: \”Look at how filial your son is! Look at my son, he ate two pieces of chocolate by himself without even looking at me!\” \”This is a habit! Enjoy exclusive time and peace. Sharing has been cultivated since childhood!\” I said with a smile. My son has grown up in \”sharing\”. When he was 4 years old, he was watching his grandfather cooking.During the meal, a small plate of food should always be given out and served with a bowl. The son asked his grandfather, \”Why should we separate it?\” His grandfather said, \”Your mother hasn\’t come back yet! Your aunt hasn\’t come back either, so I want to keep their share.\” Unexpectedly, his son cared about what his grandfather said. Once, she quietly said to me: \”Mom, I found out who comes back late at grandma\’s house is suitable!\” \”Why? What did you find?\” I was very curious. \”I still don\’t understand. The dishes left by grandpa are always the best!\” the son said mysteriously. \”You will really find out that this is our family\’s rule!\” I followed suit and was secretly happy. One evening when my son was in fifth grade, I worked overtime at the newspaper office. My son called: \”Mom, can you come back early today? Something good will happen!\” \”Okay! I will definitely go home early!\” Although I was eager to return home, something went wrong when the newspaper was printed that day, and I couldn\’t get away for a while. My son made several calls in a row. Although I agreed, I still didn\’t get home until nine o\’clock in the evening. My son was already asleep. As soon as my mother saw me, she said: \”Your son\’s pain is not in vain! Today he and his grandpa learned how to stir-fry shrimps with cucumber slices, and he did it really well. After he finished frying, he called you and urged you to come back to eat. You didn\’t come back, he I kept the biggest shrimps for you and ate the smaller ones.\” Tears welled up in my eyes. That day, I ate my son’s fried shrimp with tears in my eyes. I thought it was the most fragrant shrimp in the world. Nowadays, some children who grew up in \”exclusive\” often say: \”This is mine! You can\’t eat it!\” When talking about eating shrimp, I think of a laid-off female worker. After her divorce, she raised a son alone. Although her family is poor, she eats and drinks deliciously and lets her children enjoy it all by themselves. The son is not grateful at all. He has never cared about his mother until he is 13 years old. One day, she gritted her teeth and bought half a catty of shrimps from the vegetable market, fried them and served them to the table. She said to her son, \”Eat it, baby. Mom knows that babies love shrimps the most.\” Her son ate without raising his eyelids. The mother watched her son eating with relish and couldn\’t bear to part with a chopstick. The child in front of me had finished eating, and the mother couldn\’t help but want to taste the remaining shrimps – \”Don\’t move!\” The son yelled, \”That\’s mine, you can\’t eat it!\” When my mother told me about this, , face full of tears. There are also tears, one is tears of happiness; the other is tears of pain. After my grandson Xiaohu was born and could understand my words, every time I saw him, I would say, \”Give it to grandma!\” Although he was less than one year old, he would immediately pass the thing in his hand to me. Once, when there was nothing around him, he pinched a little air with his index finger and thumb and gave it to me. He looked very cute. Another time, he took a nap in his room and sat on the bed obediently when he woke up. I walked into the room, smiled at him and said, \”Xiaohu, are you awake? Do you have anything good for grandma?\” Xiaohu looked around the bed and saw a very nice tiger headrest at the foot of the wall, so he wanted to take it out. , but the pillow was too big, so he used both hands to push it out until it reached me. I\’m very happy and he feels very accomplished. From this I realized that sharing comes from training. If you always say to the baby: \”This is the baby\’s.\” The baby will become more and more \”independent\” and you will not want to get rid of his things. When such a child grows up, it will be very difficult for him to get rid of his things.It’s hard to be gregarious and it’s hard to be happy.