On parent-child relations, translated…
Every time on the weekend mornings, my daughter and I would, prepare the breakfasts together. Maybe, the egg salad sandwiches, the tuna salad sandwiches, maybe, French toasts; then, we’d, brewed up a kettle of fresh milk tea, slowly, enjoyed ourselves, sharing things we want to share with one another.
After she entered into the higher grades of elementary school, my daughter’s desires of wanting to log online made her become like this wild mustang, suddenly, turned loose, I can no longer, pull her back. We’d, made a pact, that in order to keep her grades up, and not damage her sight, I’d not allowed her to have a cell phone, but, on the weekends, she gets to, use the computer at home to surf the web.
And so, every weekend mornings, as we’d, cleaned up after ourselves after breakfasts, I’d told my daughter, “honey, you can now, go and do what you want to do!”, and, this became, the password that my daughter used, to turn on the computer.
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photo from online
That weekend, I’d smiled and told her again, “Honey, you can, go and do what you want to do now!”, and, what I’d, least expected came, she’d, come over towards me, put her arms around me, gave me, a great big, bear hug, told me, “What I want to do the most now, is, to HUG you really hard!”
She’d not just, hugged me, she’d also, given me, that overflowing feeling of, bliss too.
And so, this, is from your, routine day-to-day interactions, and, it showed, how your daughter loves you so much, and, you’d, set up the rules for her well.
Life, the Obstacle Course 