I saw him jumped. From the coffee table to the couch and the other way. A three years old bouncing back and forth in the living room is quite attention-catchy. He had a free-jumping moment from the bed where he landed successfully on the bedside table, giving him scratch marks and bumps on his forehead and cheek. But that memories (and the pain) were soon forgotten. Here he was taking another jumps.
On his forth or fifth jumps I told him “stop it! You could fall!”. For a moment, as he looked at me in the eyes, I saw a doubt flashed. His courages were breaking down. I could see his confidence rumbled and he still made that leap, only to fall.
He did it many times. He didn’t fall.
But after that moment. The moment when I voiced out my “parenting” hunch, he fell.
Isn’t it ironic?
He believed me. He believed that he would fall because I said so.
Our concerns sometimes can kill our kids motivation. We are so afraid for our kids to get hurt and without realizing that our fear can lead to us hurting our kids.
As parents, we can get caught in our own worrisome that we tend to underestimate the strength our kids have.
This week little A surprised me.
Unlike K who likes to study and easy to absorb lessons (or whatever things we try to teach him about), little A was never a study-person. It is his least favorite thing to do. Matter of fact, this morning he woke up and straight away walked up to me asking whether he could take another school leave. Sure thing, they still have their mid-term holiday after the exam so no school until next Monday.
Exams period is always a concern for me because getting little A to study is like going into a war. In his last exam day he was totally unprepared – or so I thought. He agreed to read the book once. He didn’t even look twice on his math book. He always said “I can do it mom”. And I always replied “really?”, not believing.
Meeting his teacher to get his midterm grades terrified me. Honestly I expected red marks and a lecture from his homeroom teacher.
“He has done great on his exam mam” that’s what his teacher told me.
I looked at his papers. He scored most of them, like 50 out of 50. Even math!
Another reality stroke me.
Well, I guess in some cases pushing too hard and worrying too much do no good. Everyday I am learning new things about my kids.
Who said that parents know everything about their kids?