娃儿从昨天就开始一直提醒我：
“妈妈，星期五下午12:40你得去见我的老师Ms. G。”
刚开始我还在想着他是怎么知道的。后面意识到了他看了我工作桌上的行程表。
从昨晚到今天早上，提醒了我不下二十次了。
吃饭提醒。
刷牙提醒。
临睡前还提醒。
我说：“我知道啦。”
他还是不放心。
“星期五下午十二点四十分你要见Ms. G！”
我看着他在逗我，于是我也开始逗他：
“那我要跟老师说什么好呢？天天在家看电视？”
他想都没想：
“你跟老师讲，Asher是全宇宙最好的孩子！”
然后我又想试探一下他对老师对他的看法。
“那你觉得老师会跟我说你什么呢？”
他说：
“老师会跟你说，Asher是全世界最好的孩子！”
嗯。
这份自信心，可以有。
家长会上，老师说：
“他以前在班上不怎么说话。
现在一说就停不下来，有时候还得提醒他少说一点。”
然后老师补了一句：
“这是好事。”
我心想着，那个曾经安安静静观察世界的小孩，现在原来开始愿意表达了。朋友倒是挺多的。这可比成绩重要多了。
老师说，动物园旅行那天，他摔了一跤。
回家后说：
“今天的动物园旅行没有去年的好！”
我问：
“为什么？是因为没看到那只大的龙兽吗？”
他说：
“不是，今天摔了一觉。路不平的原因。这里，这里，都很痛！”
我继续问：
“那老师看到了吗？”
他说：
“Ms. G看到了！”
“应该很痛吧！真是的，太可怜的孩子！”赶紧表示关心他。
“哭了吗？肯定很痛！”
“没哭。确实手脚都很痛。”
“要是在学校摔倒，还能有冰块敷一敷！你看，妈妈这里，这里就是小时候摔倒的，伤疤还在呢！小孩子就是这样的，很容易摔倒！”
娃儿看见我这么能理解他的痛，顿时就不觉得摔倒是件大事了。
老师告诉我，当时他需要非常耐心地安慰。需要老师一直抱着他安抚。
可是队伍在走，大家都在等，
真没有那么多时间细细安慰。
后来同学们都围上来：
“没事啦，没有流血，不用担心。”
他才继续往前走。
我本来以为他那天难受了一整天。
老师却笑着说：
“没有啊，他后来话多得很。”
这就是我的孩子。
会痛。
会在意。
会需要安慰。
但也会自己慢慢走出来。
有点敏感。
有点执着。
有点可爱。
然后再继续叽叽喳喳讲个不停。
全宇宙最好的孩子？
在妈妈这里——
至少是的。 😆
婷妈的亲子日常 创作于 2026.02.26
原创发布： tingtingma.com
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Tingma’s Parenting Diary 204 | An Unforgettable Parent-Teacher Conference
My son has been reminding me since yesterday:
“Mom, you have to meet my teacher Ms. G at 12:40 on Friday afternoon.”
At first, I was wondering how he even knew.
Then I realized he must have seen the schedule on my work desk.
From last night to this morning, he reminded me no fewer than twenty times.
He reminded me while we were eating.
While brushing teeth.
Even right before bed.
I said, “I know.”
But he still wasn’t reassured.
“Friday at 12:40 in the afternoon, you’re meeting Ms. G!”
I could tell he was teasing me, so I teased him back.
“So what should I tell your teacher? That you watch TV at home all day?”
Without even thinking, he said:
“You tell her Asher is the best kid in the whole universe!”
Then I decided to test what he thought his teacher thought about him.
“So what do you think your teacher will tell me about you?”
He answered:
“She’ll tell you Asher is the best kid in the whole world!”
Well.
That confidence? I’ll take it.
At the parent-teacher conference, Ms. G said:
“He used to hardly speak in class.
Now once he starts talking, it’s hard to get him to stop. Sometimes we even have to remind him to talk a little less.”
Then she added:
“That’s a good thing.”
I found myself thinking about the little boy who once quietly observed the world.
Now he’s willing to express himself. He has quite a few friends, too. That matters far more than grades.
The teacher also told me that during the zoo field trip, he fell.
When he came home, he said:
“Today’s zoo trip wasn’t as good as last year’s!”
I asked:
“Why? Because you didn’t see the big dragon animal?”
He said:
“No. I fell. The road was uneven. Here, and here—it really hurts!”
I asked:
“Did the teacher see?”
He said:
“Ms. G saw!”
“That must have hurt! Oh my poor baby!” I quickly showed concern.
“Did you cry? It must have been painful!”
“No. It really hurt my hands and feet though.”
“If you fall at school, at least they can give you ice! Look, Mommy still has scars from when I fell as a kid! Kids are like that—they fall easily!”
When he saw that I truly understood his pain,
falling suddenly didn’t feel like such a big deal anymore.
The teacher told me that at the time, he needed a lot of patient comforting.
She had to hold him and soothe him.
But the group was moving, everyone was waiting—
there wasn’t much time for long comfort.
Later, his classmates gathered around him:
“It’s okay! You’re not bleeding. Don’t worry.”
Only then did he keep walking.
I had assumed he felt miserable the whole day.
But the teacher laughed and said:
“Not at all. Later on, he talked nonstop.”
This is my child.
He feels pain.
He cares.
He needs comfort.
But he can also slowly move forward again.
A little sensitive.
A little stubborn.
A little adorable.
And then right back to chatting nonstop.
The best child in the universe?
In his mother’s eyes—
At least he is. 😆
Tingma’s Parenting Diary
Written on February 26, 2026
Originally published at: tingtingma.com
Written for children, and for the adults who are still growing.
Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.
Originally written in Chinese by the author.
This English version was translated with the assistance of ChatGPT.