止步“小怪兽”称呼，让孩子远离人间游戏

My daughter is two years old and when I am with her, my mood is like a rollercoaster, sometimes extremely happy and sometimes extremely angry, and she is the same. This can be seen from my casual records.

Is she really a little monster?

This morning, my 2-year-old daughter ran barefoot on the floor for a while and then said she wanted her milk. She walked over to me with the bottle from her grandmother, her face still calm.

She leaned against me and wrapped both arms around my arm, a bit of a coquettish meaning. I didnt take it seriously, so I just gently patted her back and told her to drink her milk quickly.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly burst into tears.

She cried and shouted "I want to sleep" while stomping her feet on the ground, holding the bottle in her hand but showing no interest in drinking the milk. I was shocked by this sudden outburst and didnt know how to handle it.

So, I anxiously picked her up and she continued to cry and fuss. I knew she wouldnt go back to sleep since she had just woken up, but I didnt know why she was so upset.

Helpless, I could only use my words to try to comfort her, asking if she felt uncomfortable or if there was something I did that made her unhappy.

But she still ignored me and continued to cry and fuss in my arms. I had no choice but to try to adjust her sitting position to make her more comfortable. I adjusted her to the same position I would hold her in when she wakes up.

As soon as I finished adjusting her, something strange happened.

My daughter suddenly stopped crying and began to drink her milk quietly, as calm as if the storm had never happened.

The true face of the little monster

Ah, I was surprised by the sudden change in front of me. Looking at her peaceful little face, my thoughts began to roll like waves!

Because I suddenly realized that my daughter wasnt just throwing a tantrum for no reason. I had not followed her "game rules."

The truth is: for several days, when my daughter woke up groggy in the morning, I would hold her in the same position that made her calm today, and then she would take the bottle from my mother and drink her milk in that same position.

However, today she was still standing when she took the bottle. So when she came to me, holding my arm, trying to remind me to pick her up "like usual", I didnt catch on to her message but mistakenly interpreted it as "just being spoiled", which broke the "game rules" in my daughters mind and caused the storm.

In "The Game of Life," it was said, "Raising a child is an educational process, and in this process, children will learn what games to play and how to play them.

They also learn the procedures, rituals, and entertainments that match their status in the local community, but these are not that important.

Under identical conditions, their knowledge and skills in procedures, rituals and entertainment will determine what opportunities they will get, but their games will determine how they will make use of these opportunities and ultimately achieve what results."

When I first read this, I didnt think much of it until I reflected on my daughters behavior today and finally realized it.

Our lives are nothing but a series of "games." Whether its the people and events we encounter during our growth, the work and life we experience in adulthood, or the interaction patterns we have in our marriage relationships, they all belong to the "game."

Behind these "games," there is a similar logic. In other words, when someone understands the logic behind the "game" surface, they become invincible and can effortlessly interact with anyone, including themselves.

More True Faces

I tried to explain one of my behaviors one day using the thinking behind the "game."

I forgot to bring my phone charger to work that day, and coincidentally, my office mate forgot hers too (her charger was the same model as mine). I lost my sense of security and was worried all morning, fearing my phone would not last until the end of work.

Sure enough, after lunch, my battery was already below 18%. I was thinking about going out to buy a backup power bank when I suddenly noticed my colleagues laptop charger was exactly the same as mine!

It was one of those moments when you thought youd have to journey over mountains and through rivers to find the solution, but it was as simple as finding a needle in a haystack.

Of course, the final result showed that my anxiety at the time was entirely unnecessary. So, is it true?

Actually, its not.

My anxiety was real and meaningful, and it was a crucial part of the "game."

Anxiety can help me avoid the guilt of not completing my work adequately due to inefficiency: "I didnt leave my work incomplete on purpose; I didnt finish it because my phone died."

However, that is not the truth, so anxiety became my shield.

Seeing the truth makes me feel more alive and clear-headed.

Confidence

"The Game of Life" is not a typical game, but it is the confidence that leads to a happy life.