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2023-06-24T11:07:00.000Z

Don't forget your childhood

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by Baigalmaa
Sugar.mn staff
Don't forget your childhood
Photo by Jordan Whitt on Unsplash
In the morning, while eating soup, I spilled it on my white shirt, and I said, "What a mess!" He got angry at himself. But then, I forgive myself right away. /People in general always forgive their various mistakes/ Then, my son, he will leave his soup on the table. I said, "Nice food!" he said involuntarily. So, when I spilled it myself, I thought that no one was upset with me, I silently forgave myself, and in general, I decided to spend today feeling upset, just like we, the adults, regret the mistakes that we, the adults, made by our children.

He put on his shoes at the door to go to work. At this time, I said, "I ran out of shoelaces, use a shoelace, where is it?" Why don't you know? I remember telling my children to wear a turban, but he just pulls it with his fingers and puts it on. Feeling uncomfortable. If the lesson "corrosive like acid" has already been passed on? I went out, it's strangely beautiful outside, I'm feeling refreshed and alert, I felt like kicking the round ice lying in front of my feet and it felt good to roll. -"I'm bald with my shoe laces, I can't afford to buy your shoes," he wanted to say angrily to himself, but forced himself not to. When he came home in the evening, he saw the dishes in the sink and asked, "Haven't you finished washing them?" My words rang in my ears. He continued, "Even though you're helpful, you're like a human... you're not a decent person!" acid, acid... I forget to close the door when I take a container from the top shelf to prepare dinner, I bump my forehead and break it, and I cry because it hurts. In my ear, "I tell you, don't you?" How many times will I be told to close the door without forgetting. "Don't be angry after hitting it yourself." Sadness will arise when you sit down and say that you are offended. Then my voice continued, "Oh, what's up?" Why are you sitting? Is housework difficult? Who has been doing this?" It's so bad, I want to cry. Because it seems pointless to live listening to such a voice. Live, even this voice is the voice of my mother!
Since that day, when I spent alone and lost myself, I started laughing and chasing after kicking round things lying outside with my son, I realized that laughter is more expensive than shoes, I stopped hurting my child's feelings with bitter words, and I tried not to forget my childhood. If my son has a bad voice, I hug him without saying a word. A hug is stronger than any words. I no longer express my opinions in a sullen manner, and I no longer act like I forgot I was a child. I am happy that I have decided to remove from the memories of my childhood, the bald shoe laces, the stains of delicious food and drinks, and the mistakes that I had suddenly forgotten, and leave only laughter and self-confidence in their place.

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