That day, my son Xiao Ming and I sat opposite each other in the living room, holding a letter in his hand, his face full of anger and incomprehension.
Dad, you've never taken my opinion seriously!Xiao Ming grabbed the letter, his voice full of resentment.
What's going on?Why do you have such an opinion about me?"I was a little surprised, I worked so hard to raise him, how could this son treat his father like this?
You always only care about my studies, and don't pay attention to any hobbies, this letter is the admission notice of a certain **college, I have always wanted to study**, but you don't even have any support!Xiao Ming said angrily.
Daddy, you know what?You don't know me at all, and your so-called cultivation is a useless waste for me!Xiao Ming's words pierced my heart like a sharp sword, and I was at a loss.
Xiao Ming, you are my son, and I made these decisions for your own good. "I was a little excited, and I couldn't accept my son's indifference to me.
I don't need your good, what I need is your understanding and support!Xiao Ming's voice was full of despair.
At this moment, my heart is like a knife. The elderly father worked hard for his son, but was rejected by his son.
Perhaps, I really ignored his real needs. I sighed deeply, and my heart welled up with endless bitterness and heartache.
Xiao Ming, maybe I was really wrong, I thought that your future was the path you chose, but now it seems that I was wrong.
Xiao Ming looked at me with a hint of confusion and hesitation in his eyes. After a long silence, he gradually sighed: "Dad, maybe we should have a good talk."
The heart is like a knife, it is the son of this elderly father who has worked hard to raise **, and now his persistence and love have become unattainable.
Yes, we need to talk about it. I nodded, my heart full of hesitation and struggle. I think of the stubbornness and persistence of my youth, and maybe I really did a lot of things wrong.
In the days that followed, I began to try to communicate with my son, his ideals, his expectations for the future, and I tried to understand his heart.
Xiao Ming encountered a big setback at work, his mood became more and more depressed, he often lost his temper with me, and even sometimes abandoned his Xi.
By chance, I stumbled upon some of his intimate diaries, which recorded his confusion at work, confusion about the future, and reproaches for me, who thought that I only valued his studies and never understood his heart.
I put myself in his shoes and wondered if I had really missed out on a lot of important things.
In his diary, I also learned that he had been suspicious for a while. In real life, I have neglected mutual understanding with my son, and while trying to cultivate his success, I have neglected more communication and companionship.
I found an opportunity to show him his diary, and his face turned blue and white, and finally, he silently lowered his head.
He looked up, and at that moment, I saw the pain and despair in my heart. We talked face-to-face for a long time, and he finally opened the knot.
Maybe from now on, I want to be his real backing and support.
Perhaps, now I really understand that father and son are not only about cultivation and dedication, but also about communication and understanding.
This family is slowly mending those former wounds.
A few days later, we sat again in the living room of our home. My mind was still haunted by the previous conversation, even as I tried to hide my emotions.
Dad, I want to revisit my own dreams with you. Xiao Ming said, with a hint of firmness in his voice.
I looked at him, trying to keep myself calm, "Say, I'll listen to you." ”
I've always wanted to be a ** family, and I know you think of me, but I want to be able to have my own choices and decisions.
Xiao Ming's eyes revealed his love for **.
I was silent, and my mind flashed through the expectations and attachments I had had for him over the years. There is no doubt that my son's inner world is much more complex than I imagined.
Daddy, your silence scares me. There was a hint of anxiety in Xiao Ming's voice.
I replied in a trembling voice, "I see, maybe I've been too focused on what I think is good for you, and neglecting your heart's true desires.
Xiao Ming looked at me with a hint of relief and gratitude in his eyes.
Emotions were tumbling inside me. Over the years, my hard work and expectations have caused my words and deeds to deviate from my father's tolerance and understanding.
However, just as we were going deeper, there was a sudden sound. Xiao Ming picked up the **, and I saw that his face instantly became solemn.
What's wrong?I asked.
It's about my grandfather's condition, and I heard that the state has deteriorated dramatically. Xiao Ming's voice revealed worry, which made people's hearts palpitate.
We need to get to the hospital quickly. "I felt a deep sense of guilt and anxiety, and the estrangement between father and son seemed to be insignificant at this moment.
Day by day, communication between us becomes more and more difficult. After Xiao Ming chose to live independently, he hardly contacted me anymore.
I spent each day alone, my heart full of thoughts and loss for my son.
One day, I received a ** from one of Xiao Ming's classmates, and I learned that Xiao Ming has been depressed recently and has problems with his studies.
Seeing Xiao Ming's neglected living environment and his sad appearance, my heart was full of distress and guilt.
I had an in-depth communication with Xiao Ming. From the conversation, I finally learned that my son has a big difference in my upbringing style and expectations.
I decided to change myself and try to understand my son's real needs and accept his independent choices. In order to make up for his previous mistakes, I began to care about his interests and hobbies and tried to help him solve his academic problems.
As time went on, my relationship with my son gradually improved. We began to slowly build a new family bond, and I also realized that only by truly understanding from the other person's perspective can we have real communication and tolerance.
The conversation is not going well, why can't I understand my son?While I was pondering, my thoughts were interrupted by **, it was my daughter Xiaohong calling.
When I heard the news, I hesitated even more. The contradictions of the past came flooding back.
However, I gladly accepted my daughter's invitation. Attending a grandson's birthday party may be a good opportunity to resolve family conflicts.
At the party, Xiaohong and I talked and laughed as if none of those conflicts had ever happened. However, when Xiaohong jokingly asked about the conflict with Xiao Ming, for a moment, my heart became heavy.
Dad, Xiao Ming has a piano at home, you should know, right?Little Red said to me with a smile.
Of course I know, your Xiao Ming loved to play the piano when he was a child, and he has always played well as an adult. I recalled.
But Dad, did you know that Xiao Ming's favorite piano was once bought by using up our family's savings in one of your business failures?He once insisted on going to school, but you objected because you were worried that he would have no future, but then your decision hurt him a lot.
When I heard this, my heart welled up with endless pain. It turned out that Xiao Ming's complaints and incomprehension were not unreasonable, but stemmed from a wrong decision I made back then.
Xiaohong also expressed her dissatisfaction with my decision, believing that I was too strong and ignored the real needs of my children.