Sometimes a look asks more than a thousand words: do you ask me or explain to me? Photo: Shutterstock when my little girl was small, she used to stop me from a torrent of nerves. Photo: Shutterstock
When my little girl was small, she used to stop me from a torrent of nerves with a question that taught me more than all the parenting books in one place. When I first heard her, the child was 4 years old, big and curious eyes, and a voice she taught me, without realizing, what the true authority should look.
I didn't like it screaming. I remember simply hating my voice when I raised the tone. But I was doing it. When my patience ended, when fatigue was gathered, when I simply did not know how to do something better. Maybe the child had done something wrong-he had shed the milk, he had forgotten to put his jacket, he had drawn on the wall with a carioca or he had hindered a classmate. In such situations we exploded. Without wanting, but I was exploding. I remember perfectly how he stopped and asked me, seriously as a big man in the body of a child: “Do you ask me or explain to me?” It wasn't a naughty reply. It was a self -defense attempt.
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