I remember six years ago, abandoning everything, so that my children can receive a better education, and moving my home to a new city, everything is fresh and unfamiliar, without friends, without jobs, everything has to start over. When I first came to this new city, I felt that this city was like a tall "Optimus Prime", and I could only look up at the soles of its feet. It was covered with cold steel and concrete, without any temperature, and I couldn't find a trace of warmth. Since I have chosen this strange city, I must adapt strongly for the sake of my children.
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Finding a job has become the top priority. With a job, it solves the income problem, and there will be social interactions. Maybe I can find some warmth. My first job was to work in a small nursery class run by a private boss. The specific job is to cooperate with the main class teacher to take care of more than ten children aged 1 to 3. I am good at this. First of all, I like children more. Thirdly, I raised my children by myself, and I also took the nanny qualification certificate. The workplace is only 500 meters away from home, and it is resting on weekends and holidays. My working hours coincide with my child's school hours. I go to work in class, and I also rest on her rest. In order to take good care of my children, I decided to cherish this job.
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At the beginning, I was confused and followed the main class teacher. When she taught the child children's songs and fingers to fuck , I assisted her to take the child to study together, and then took a video and sent it to parents. Help your child change diapers, feed them to children who don’t know how to eat, and coax them to take a nap at noon... The work of the day is very tiring but fulfilling, and I don’t feel hard to do what I like. I love my children very much.
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Once, a three-year-old child did not stand firm while moving indoors, and knocked the back of his head against the wall. He didn't cry or make a fuss. We looked at it and saw that nothing happened, so he continued to play. None of us took it seriously. Because it is normal for such a small accident to occur during the process of raising children. At night, the child's mother sent a voice to the teacher in the main class: The child said, "It hit the wall when playing, and it hurts." We quickly apologized to the parents of our children, saying that it was a mistake in our work and we would be more careful in the future. The mother of the child was not saying anything, and the matter was over. However, the little boy asked for leave the next day. At noon, his mother sent us a message saying, "The child is still sleeping. He got up in the morning and drank a glass of milk, and then vomited again. He vomited and continued to sleep." He also said that the child had never slept like this. I was a little scared. Did the back of my head touch the wall yesterday causing the child to have a concussion... I was worried about the child and also afraid of an accident. In the afternoon, the child's parents said to take the child to the hospital for a brain CT scan. My heart was in my throat, and my mind was filled with the little boy lying on the hospital bed. I couldn't do anything and was extremely depressed. After finally getting off work, the first thing I did was to call my boss to inform the child about it, and at the same time ask her to solve the problem. Unexpectedly, she said lightly: "When I picked up the child yesterday, was the child okay?"
I said: "Okay."
She said: "Who can prove that the child met in our nursery class ?"
I said, "We didn't see it at that time, but the child told us."
She said: "Don't panic, let her check it out. As long as the child was good when I picked it up yesterday, don't worry about anything else. Don't take it on yourself when you encounter something, and try to push the responsibility out."
days! That day, my boss really taught me an important lesson in life, which was completely contrary to the principles of being a human being I learned in textbooks. What I learned is: be responsible and be responsible for what you do, but what she taught me is not to be responsible when encountering things. I know she is for my own good, but I can't accept this principle of being a human being. I chose to resign, and I don't want to work together. I don't agree with her philosophy, let alone accept her.
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Next, I sent a message to the boy's parents once an hour. Sometimes she didn't reply to me at all, but I insisted on asking about the child's situation, because from the bottom of my heart, I was really worried about the safety of the child. It was almost midnight and the child's mother replied to me: "Thank you for your concern. The child's result came out. The doctor said: It's okay, but we have to rest at home these days. We can't play too crazy, so we will rest at home." It was not until I saw my mother's reply that my heart was really let go. I felt very sorry for the child. It was because I didn't care about him and that the accident happened. As for my boss, I think she is a person who is irresponsible. This person cannot work together, so I chose to leave, and the delayed work really went bankrupt later.
I don’t know what’s going on. I thought of this again in the press conference of the Urumqi fire yesterday. Maybe I have a lot of common ground!
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