Inna was in no hurry to go home. It seemed to her that she has been walking down this road forever, because her son again disrupted the lesson. Well, he is a teenager, and with them this sometimes happens! However, it should be noted that the lesson led by Inna herself … Mother’s soul was torn with resentment …
Inna sat down on the bench and her memory flashed back to the case of her son in kindergarten ran away from the nurse. His mother felt very uncomfortable then, because everyone felt it their duty to shame her:
– Inna, you’re a teacher yourself! Do you bring up other people, but you can not put your own in place …
Every time they told my son: “Don’t you understand that you are a mother?
– Don’t you understand that you are embarrassing your mother, she works for you as a teacher! Don’t you care that she is ashamed of you!
She had no such problems with her older daughter, but with her son… As long as her husband was alive, he was able to put the bratty kid in his place quickly…
Inna recalled with what trepidation she and her husband were waiting for the birth of their son, how much hope they had for their child. Her husband dreamed of having a son, even though he was madly in love with their daughter. He chose his own name for his son, and after he was born, he began raising him from the womb, taking him on fishing trips, teaching him to hunt, to drive a car and to repair a motorcycle.
His mother, in turn, taught him letters and numbers. And then something went wrong. Nikita always respected and, to some extent, feared his father, but he was rude to his mother without remorse. He took particular pleasure in doing it in her classes. Every time he was rude he was greeted with laughter from his classmates. Talk and persuasion remained useless, once Inna fell into despair and even almost wrote a letter of resignation. The only thing that stopped her was that she could not quickly find a new job.
The only thing left for the mother was to immediately change something or take a wait-and-see attitude. Only what and how the mother had no idea. She read a lot of literature, but could not find any real advice, and to a former classmate, she did not dare to appeal.
And then a friend called me herself, which gave Inna a little hope. She remembered how they took the exams in her college years in psychology. She slowly wandered to work and then to class.
A friend called on her own:
– Oh, Innochka, I don’t even know what to tell you, because I have exactly the same problem. I have worked as a teacher for over twenty years, I easily find common ground with other people’s children, but with my own daughter, I have no contact. My daughter was also constantly rude to me and ran away from home, once she shredded my spouse’s new business suit, which we had just bought. My hands still shake when I remember running around town looking for her. It seemed to me at the time that we were taught completely wrong in psychology, in practice it was much more complicated, especially when it came to your own child.
After a conversation with her friend Inna felt completely exhausted. She began to torment the question: “How can she teach other people’s children something, if she can’t even teach her own son to be human?
Inna fell asleep without finding answers to the questions that plagued her. And what do you think, has a mother who cannot find a common language with her own child the right to teach other people’s children?
