New journey, come on!

After hard work before the college entrance examination, my son got a high school student status and found a favorite school. The school is required to report on August 30th, enter school on March 1 day, and start school on September1day.

On the evening of August 29th, my son got a haircut and his hair length was shortened by four or five years. On the morning of 30th, the father took his son to report for duty, and there was an episode. Registration requires submission of materials, in addition to ID card and household registration book, printed health report and the test results of hepatitis B transaminase issued by the hospital, but we are not prepared. I checked in at 8 o'clock on the 30th. Early in the morning, my father contacted my teacher and ran to find a printing shop near my home. Unfortunately, the store didn't open at six o'clock on the weekend, and it was almost time, so I had to go to the school gate to have a look. At 7: 20, dad set off with his son. My son originally suggested printing at the gate of his primary school, but my father didn't adopt it. First, I'm not sure if the door is open; Second, the roads there are maintained, traffic jams are difficult to walk, and they are not on the way to high school. Dad chose Mr. Cheng, and he contacted his son's tutor. While the teacher helped to print, dad hurried to get it. It took some time in between. At eight o'clock, my son hasn't arrived at school yet, and his son began to be agitated and emotional! I can understand my son's first day of school, new school, new class, new teacher and new classmates. Everything is new. Although it is not a formal class, my son doesn't want to be late. During the period, my father also explained the situation to the teacher. Finally, the father successfully sent his son to the school newspaper.

As for preparing the registration materials, this is my son's business, and I am responsible for my worries. His son has the ability to prepare himself or seek help from his parents, and his son has not taken up his responsibilities. In this matter, parents also have dereliction of duty. Although it's my son's business, my son is still underage. Parents have the responsibility and obligation to remind, and parents have not fulfilled their responsibilities. However, from another perspective, it is also a good thing. This omission also gives parents and children a chance to grow up!

Towards the end, the father took his son home. I asked my father about his son. My dad said, it's okay. I look in a good mood. Being late shouldn't make much difference. I feel relieved.

In the evening, my husband and I went to get cash and take our son home with a haircut. The length cut yesterday failed, and the teacher reminded his son to cut it again when he reported for duty today. We haven't arrived at the bank yet, and our son is already waiting there. The son with short hair is more handsome. On the way home, my son chatted with us. He said that his hair was not up to standard. I asked why? The son put his hand into his hair and said that the school required not to exceed the height of his hand. Today, he cut a little. Are you going to cut it again tomorrow? I said with a smile, cut it three times a day, it is better to cut it once to save money!

Back home, we began to prepare bedding for school tomorrow. Before the bedding was finished, people packed two big bags in plastic bags. When my son saw it, he was filled with emotion. He doesn't want to take this bag to school. He began to try to put the quilt in the suitcase. My suitcase is small enough to hold a quilt! The son began to get bored and sat in the box muttering: Why do you want to live on campus? Why do you have to live on campus? My son never wanted to live on campus. Adolescent children, understandably, we accept. I said to my father, I'll ask his aunt if there is a big suitcase. I started calling my sister, and my son was in a good mood immediately. His face changed so quickly! "I don't want to go out and get it." I went out on purpose when I was talking. When I came back, I asked my son to help my father vacuum and box the bedding. My son is always happy! Yes, this key point, we can't be taken away by his language and emotions, we should be steady, we should help the child overcome his fear, give him a push and let him enter school smoothly. Besides, I know my son is afraid, so I can't give him a chance to make him back down again. I can feel and see the contradiction between my son's fear and expectation of entering school. My son finally chose to go forward with fear and praise his son's bravery!

In the morning, my car was restricted, and my son's cousin drove his father to see his son off. My dad sent a message that his hair was unqualified and he was stopped at the school gate. Only when his hair is qualified can he be admitted to the school. The son asked the teacher how to qualify. The teacher said humorously, your father is qualified! Dad and son started looking for a barber shop nearby.

Unexpectedly, my hair was unqualified and I was blocked at the school gate. Although my son is prepared, he is still a little emotional. On the way to the barber shop, my son kept muttering and complaining, and my father kept silent and patiently accompanied him. On the way, I met several classmates and parents with the same unqualified hair. Everyone found a shop and waited to open the door.

The barber shop opened, and the children got their hair done smoothly.

In order to enter the school, the school rules do not allow mobile phones. Dad suggested that his son take them home by car and give them to him at the weekend. My son doesn't want to. My son said he would give them to the school teacher and ask him to take them back after class on Saturday. We think this is ok. As long as the teacher says yes, we will agree.

Dad sent a message to the teacher that his son brought his mobile phone to him (the teacher) for safekeeping and brought it back at the weekend. The teacher probably didn't understand the parents' meaning, so he replied that he didn't want to bring his mobile phone and asked the parents to take it back. Dad communicated with the teacher sincerely, and the teacher agreed that his son would bring it in and give it to him for safekeeping.

My son entered the school, but his parents were not allowed to enter. My son took the box to the dormitory to tidy up, and a new journey began.

We always thought that hair and mobile phone were two minefields of our son, and we couldn't touch them or dare to touch them, but both of them were successfully cleared by our son, and his parents didn't ask him too much, so he cut the thread on his own initiative. Children have rules and know the rules! It is conceivable that children are eager to go back to school and enter the campus, and how much they want to run forward on their own track, but we don't believe that children have a good heart, and we underestimate their determination to yearn for beauty!

Nothing for a day! Dad is busy with his own business, so I don't have to worry about my son when I go to class!

At 7 o'clock in the evening, my father sent me a screenshot of him and his teacher's WeChat. When I saw the teacher say that he had educated his son, I was immediately worried. With emotion, the old thinking mode opened, and I began to make up the picture: how harsh the teacher shouted, how disdainful the son was, and then the teacher became more angry and beat ... (actually, I forgot that my son was not the old son) I began to blame my husband in my heart. Actually, I know it's not my husband's fault. Since he took up the responsibility of educating his son, he has devoted himself to all things, big and small, the change of her husband, her efforts and her rapid progress. I saw it clearly. He did a good job. I can't expect everything to be perfect. We are all groping for progress, and no one can guarantee that what he has done is absolutely correct. I take a deep breath to calm myself down and stay calm. Don't know the specific situation, can't speculate. I began to communicate with my husband, let him and the teacher know why he was educated, or ask the teacher when it is convenient to answer the phone and let him give me the teacher's phone number. I want to call my teacher. Now that I think about it, it's not appropriate for me to do so. )

My husband didn't reply to me, but I received a phone call from my son:

? Son: Mom.

? Me: Lu x? Whose mobile phone do you use?

? Son: The teacher's! Mom, I don't want to live on campus!

? Me: Don't want to live on campus? How many people are there in your dormitory?

? Son: Eight years old.

? Me:? I heard from your father that it was four. Is it eight o'clock?

? Son: Well, Mom, I don't want to live on campus!

? Me: Isn't it good to live on campus? Maybe in a few days, eight people in your dormitory will become sworn brothers!

Son: I don't want to live on campus, and I can't take a bath here!

Me: Oh? You can't take a shower. That's perfect. You don't have to take a bath every day. That's exactly what you want.

Son: I don't want to live on campus. Some people don't live!

Me: Is that their home near the school? They can't live in if they want to, and the school won't let them.

Me: Have you eaten? How was the school meal?

Son: I only had one meal! I didn't eat at noon, but went to eat at night.

Me: What, not hungry or not to my taste?

Son: There were so many people that I didn't eat.

Me: Oh. This is a card point for my son.

Me: Did you have a formal class today?

Son: No, there will be a formal class tomorrow.

Me: So you played there for a long time?

Son: We cleaned up.

Me: Oh, I'm working.

Son: Mom, I don't want to live on campus. I take the subway bus or something myself, and I don't need you to pick me up. It's very late to go home at night. I will go to bed when I get home. I don't want to live in school. My son knows what some parents think.

? Me: OK, I see. Accommodation is your father's concern, and I'm not sure about the details. When I come back at the weekend, I'll talk to your father about the situation, and then we'll talk.

Son: Well, I'll hang up first.

Me: Well, all right.

I hung up and didn't get a reply from my husband. I started the old pattern again. What did my husband say to the teacher? Did the teacher get it wrong? The teacher thought I wanted to talk to my child on the phone, so she asked her son to call me? I also thought of the screenshot that my husband sent me, and I forwarded it to Mr. Cheng of my son's tutor institution. Teacher Cheng is a serious and responsible teacher, who understands education and has great love. As my son is a tutor there, I always like to ask Mr. Cheng for help in analysis and guidance. While waiting for Teacher Cheng to reply, I saw that my husband had never replied to me, so I dialed the number my son called back. This number is the teacher number I asked my husband for, and no one answered! I forgot what Mr. Ge said. When things happen, we should wait, stop, wait, think and make a choice! I never stopped, and I sent a message asking my husband what he said to the teacher. My son called me just now. My husband said he just asked the teacher as I said. My husband sent me a screenshot of his chat with the teacher and sent me the teacher's phone name. I saw the screenshot, and the communication and respect between my husband and the teacher are sincere. I began to admire my husband's wisdom!

Mr. Cheng called and talked with him downstairs for more than an hour. My mood suddenly opened up. Everything has two sides, and it is good to have disadvantages. I am calm again. Go upstairs and go home, my husband is still at home!

New semester, new starting point, new journey, dad, my son and I, we will do our best together to prepare for a new and better self! Come on, people I love and people who love me!

You're insisting! It's hard to insist! Cheng is insisting!