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发帖数: 133 | 1 这是很老的一片文章，反思关于批评式教育。写的很好。
读了它，帮助我认识到如何教育孩子，和如何理解和原谅自己父母从前的教育方式。
如文中所说，批评式教育很多时候源于父母的这样一种心理： expect too much of
youth and measure kids by the yardstick of the parents own years.
Father Forgets
by W. Livingston Larned
Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled
under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I
have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading
my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily
I came to your bedside.
There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you
as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab
with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out
angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your
food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your
bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned
and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in
reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came Up the road, I
spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your
stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of
me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you
would be more careful! Imagine that, son, form a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in
timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my
paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it
you want?" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your
arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an
affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect
could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and
a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me?
The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for
being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too
much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The
little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This
was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night.
Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the
darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I
told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real
daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you
laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying
as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!"
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son,
crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday
you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too
much, too much. | d****g
发帖数: 7460 | 2 矮马，真能捅词儿。as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills, intonement,
chum, .....昨儿我还在琢磨是不是Prose(中文加英文)已经不流行了,忒酸列
言归正传，话说我remorse的时候也一锣筐一锣筐的。
娃任爸妈摆布还仍然讨好爸妈的本性真是死拉让人心疼。 | t*******r
发帖数: 22634 | 3 哈哈，多半是洋文文科生写的。。。// run
intonement,
【在 d****g 的大作中提到】
: 矮马，真能捅词儿。as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills, intonement,
: chum, .....昨儿我还在琢磨是不是Prose(中文加英文)已经不流行了,忒酸列
: 言归正传，话说我remorse的时候也一锣筐一锣筐的。
: 娃任爸妈摆布还仍然讨好爸妈的本性真是死拉让人心疼。
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