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Once read a book: "Leo the Late Bloomer", which literally means late blooming flowers.
story tells a little tiger named Leo. He is not good at anything. He can't read, write, and draw. More importantly, he never speaks.
As the tiger father of the king of beasts, he asked his mother anxiously: What is the problem with Leo? Mom said calmly: He is very good, he is not enlightened, he is just a late blooming flower. Dad thought: No matter what, it is better to bloom late than not blooming. So he observed his son every day, but there was no sign of enlightenment.
Mom reminds him: If you always stare at him, he will not bloom! So the father no longer puts pressure on his children. Day after day, winter goes and spring comes, just waiting patiently. Finally, Leo bloomed. He could write, draw, read, and eat decently. And he said everything. The first sentence he gave to his parents was "I made it!" (I succeeded!)
02
Leo bloomed into a beautiful flower, and my family also had a late blooming flower.
The son was born prematurely. When he was born, he had a big head and thin legs. I slowly opened my eyes 7 or 8 days after birth and looked at everything around me curiously.
His neck was very soft, so I had to train him to lie on the bed for a few minutes every day. After a month, he could raise his head and his neck became much tougher.
From then on, I read the picture book to him. In seven months, he could already point to the book "My Superhero" and say "Dad!" and when reading " The Hungry Little Snake ", he would also cooperate with me and say: "Ahhh!" I was very excited about this.
When I am happy for his little progress. My maternity leave expires.
As soon as I went to work, his father would lie on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and play cartoons for his son one after another, and hardly communicate with him. It is obvious that his language skills lag behind. At 14 months, when the neighbor's children could proficiently recite Tang poetry, he could only say a few vocabulary such as "dad, mom".
03
I thought: Maybe it would be better to apply for an early education center, right?
In the early education center, other friends were playing happily, and my son hugged my neck tightly and refused to get off. This kind of scene makes me embarrassed. The teacher from the
Early Education Center said to me: "This child was raised by the elderly, right? The child has a language sensitive period. If he missed it, it will affect his life in the future. You see, Doudou is only three days older than him, and he will recite the "Three Character Classic". Come on, Doudou memorize one!"
is not my heart, so I decisively gave up the idea of signing up. My original intention is to improve the child's language ability, rather than let him become the object of comparison.
The son has a high emotional intelligence and can use actions to express the subtleties of various words, just not speaking. To be honest, I was very anxious inside, but I never showed it in front of him.
I take a lot of time every day to read for him and communicate with him. Parents’ “chats” can really create a good language environment for their children.
In addition to persisting in studying, I gave him free and barbaric growth space. He can draw on the wall or jump up and down in the house; he can climb up the dining table, or pick up the chicken legs that fell on the ground and stuff them into his mouth with lightning speed.
I encourage him to communicate with children and teach him how to share, so his language ability is developing rapidly.
He doesn't like wearing diapers. When he peed his pants, he would laugh happily: "Peep, change your pants-"
I boiled Chinese medicine in the kitchen, and he sniffed, "Mom, this is an unpleasant smell." He would say, "Mom, look at my belly round."
He learned to use the words "first... and then...", and also learned to say, "Why...? It's because..." and other sentences.
Although he still can't tell "r" and "w", "you and me", and will also say some inexplicable words in a slight manner, which makes us confused, but I firmly believe that hard work pays off.
04
In order to let him experience nature better, the language has become richer and more diverse, taking him out to play every day has become the happiest time for us.
Big hands holding hands and came to the garden of the community. Some of the time of morning breaks away. The sun is densely woven obliquely and pours down from the leaves. The air is filled with the sweetness of flowers and plants, and the mellowness is intoxicating. A beautiful shepherd dog is lying on the grass beside the rattan chair downstairs... The chirping birds are rising and falling on the grass, searching and pecking...
The son likes to observe his old friend, ant. Large, small, yellow, black, winged, and non-winged can make him lean over and stop. White and tender fingers chase the footsteps of the ants.
"Baby, this is a diligent little ant!"
"So cute!" The son raised his face to express his approval. After saying that, I raised my little feet and stepped on it.
"Let's not hurt the little animals!" I looked at him and shook my head. He withdrew his little feet and ran away like the wind.
"Mom!" he shouted happily. I chased after him and it was a small paratrooper-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jagged leaves, small white pompoons sway slightly in the wind. The fluffy white is particularly eye-catching in a green meadow. I carefully picked off the small pom pom and blew it gently, and the little paratroopers drifted around. The son stared at the magical scene with his eyes wide open, turned around and searched in the grass...
Community Garden, hard-working residents, working hard. All kinds of plants have the soil to survive, enjoy the free sunshine, rain and dew, and they scramble to sprout and grow up like the wind. In less than two months, the ground is lush... In a corner of the garden, a bunch of green grapes as green as agate will make the little people salivate and look at them...
He turned around and ran downstairs of the old man, looking up at the branches of the zucchini and climbed up the trunk of holly . The bright yellow broke out from the hidden green leaves.
Sometimes, he would sit quietly in my arms, raise his head, look at me with his shiny eyes, and say to me word by word: "Mom, I love you."
This scene is enough to make the exhausted and infinite warmth rise in my heart.
I was thinking: What kind of man will he become, what kind of profession will he engage in, and what kind of wife will he marry?
I hope to plant the seeds of independence, optimism, hope and responsibility in his heart, and grow flowers in the future. And I will wait for the process of flowers to bloom while accompanying and letting go.
