not my photo…
The conversation with a child, before bedtime, translated…
My son is almost four, I’d let him act as independent as possible, going to the bathrooms by himself, cleaning up the bowls and dishes he used for meals, to read and to play, then, before bedtime, I’d spent more time compared to before, to hold conversations with him.
After I’d sung him the goodnight song last night, my husband fell fast asleep, my son felt a bit bored, asked me, “Can we have a talk?”, “Sure, on what?” “Let’s talk about what happened today.” “You got a cold and was very uncomfortable today, had gotten mad at me a couple of times, then, we watched T.V. together, you’d cooked, don’t be so mean to me, it would, upset me” “Hmmmm, I wanted to say, I love you guys very much”, right after he’d stated that, he’d fallen asleep, instantly.
phoot from the papers…
children playing outside, photo from online…
The conditions of love for a child, such a strong thing!
So, this kid feels that something wasn’t well with his mom, and, the child felt that his mom wasn’t quite right, getting angry at him, and, before bedtime, he’d wanted to let her know, how her bouts of anger had affected him throughout the rest of his day, and this mom had, trained her own young son to be rational very well in deed.
Life, the Obstacle Course 