The secret of parenting that will make your kids successful
The author of this short and very useful text — large mother Yelena Kucherenko. In her close-knit family of five equally beloved children. The secret of parenting that will ensure them success in the future is stunningly simple.
In order not to stifle the children the germs of self-reliance, not to cut the wings from the start... they need to praise. "Praise! Even if I want to cry!" — says Elena.
I'll be honest — I parents did not help.
More precisely, once, at a very early age I tried, but they didn't like it. Didn't like when I spit on a handkerchief and "to Shine" Ter window in the kitchen. "Only yesterday all washed, bitterly sighed the mother, — and now again! You'd better play."
Didn't like it when I soap with cold water the dishes, and she stayed fat. "Stand back, I'll do it", pushed my mother to the exit. Not like when I sat down to sculpt with her dumplings and "translated" half of the dough and meat. "Don't bother!" — she was angry.
And remember, mother-in-law, grandmother Kate, a simple woman who grew up the village in a large family, once said to me: "it always helps, even if in the way. And praise! Praise! Even if help want to cry!". I saw how she praised my grandson, when they helped her to fry the meatballs, and the whole table, kitchen, curtains, about which someone wiped the culinary heat of the hands, was stuffing.
— Look, it's Sonia (our second) completely made it myself, showed my grandmother Katya some shapeless embers. And then the joy of her granddaughter heroically ate them. All one of them! And her face did not flinch a muscle. And I with horror looked at her and thought, "Poison or not? It seems alive...".
She praised them when they had set the table for tea was poured into saucers jam. Invited her to the table, she sat down on the stool and realized that her new skirt is stuck. And that jam not only on this stool, but on the floor.
— You have a delicious tea — praised grandma Kate. — Varingica? — It is possible! — happy Dunya (the third) and then turned half of the bottle on the table.
Grandma with tears in their eyes praised them when they helped her at the cottage weeding and weed out half of the strawberries.
— Which done, discreetly wiping her eyes, she said. — Not bed and parquet. Not a blade of grass.
And daughter were happy... they were happy! And how wanted to help. Shouted excitedly: "Grandma, what else can I do for you?". And she was smiling. And as they like to help other grandmother, my mom, and mold dumplings. It no longer cares about what girls are "transferred" the stuffing with the dough. Perhaps it comes with age.
Will not make profound conclusions and tell you how to raise children. Every mother knows herself. And not pomudrel I do for this. But life did it for me: we have five children, and it is clear that without their help, I just can't deal. Yes, until they learn, I will drink not one drop of Valerian, but the other way, apparently not.
I find it easier to hang out the washing than to trust it to Sonia, who faithfully look me in the eye:
— Mom, can I? — Yes, you can!
How it shines. She strokes like an adult! And then burning a hole in their lace blouse. And I... I almost explode and want to take her iron... but I remember my mom's words: "If I could take it back!".. And grandma Kathy: "Praise! Even if I want to cry!".