When I was a little girl, I used to be sort of crazy. My parents were sometimes mad at me because I always chose to play with boys, violently. Seldom could I sit down quietly like my elder sister, which really bothered my mom a lot. One thing I never got to figure out was why my mom was so pissed off at my falls. I mean, I did fall a lot, bump myself into something, or hit by something, therefore, I remembered there were always some boo-boos somewhere on my body, especially on my knees, which never seemed to be clearly up until I began high school.
Now Yaya is 4, and she is reallybecoming a cheetah. She runs, hops on one foot, spins, walk fast backwards, you name it, whatever is most dangerous in a parent's eyes, is most fun for her. In a way she is such a good girl who listens so well, but on the other hand, she seems never draw any lessons from all those bad falls. When she trips, she cries, so it is not like she is really like me--believe it or not, i was not afraid of pain when i was young, not even like Peter, he never cries more than a half minute no matter how bad he was hurt. But then in a minute or two, she can completely forget what she did to lead to the bruise, and get another injury.
OK, I know it is this age, and as long as she is not breaking her legs or arms, I guess it is no big deal. But, but I find myself being angry, though i know i should not be.. I mean, does any book say at this age it is common for the family to consume a box of bandage in a couple of weeks?
I only want to say"mom, now i learn".
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