But true parenting means the quality of the soul and the soundness of the soul. That is to say, it is from the inside out, not the ritual, the external, to do to others to see, in line with collective expectations, is the true upbringing fuel mix.

No matter how kind we are, we live in a world of faults. Everyone has different ages, different experiences, and stories of their own. Everyone has tried to open up and cross this fault. Are those days of unspeakable secrets, sad memories, it ultimately forced to go about to speak, but saying nothing myob training course.

The fault of the world, we can not open. How to handle properly, let the people around you feel comfortable, depends on the upbringing of the individual, the so-called upbringing, previously understood more one-sided. Only know others with humility, well mannered enough. However, this is not the case.

I used to yell at my grandmother to stay at my house for a few days. And grandmother always embarrassed smile, go to you that is not used to, or live at home, steadfast. Now, I understand, grandma is not really not want to, just to our home, no matter how close, after all, is not open, less freedom. As the younger generation of the etiquette, or take away the pendulum in there.

When I was young, parents take us everywhere, teach us the way of communicating. For inexperienced children, facing new things is always smart, curious and timid. If we do wrong, the stern look of our parents will naturally make us ignorant, and we are at a loss what to do. When I grow up, everything upside down. Parents often came to the city life time at home, facing the new world flourishing, will be at a loss what to do.

Remember a few days ago with a mother to the downtown restaurant for dinner, mother always low head, behind me. Like a child, I have some good dishes, sit down and also anxious and fearful, longed to look back from time to time. When I saw her uncomfortable, I chatted with her and tore the document I paid for the money. My mother scolded me in a low voice, you tore the document, everyone around you had the certificate and could not serve it for a while. Sure enough, after half an hour, the people later ate, but we still did not serve the dishes. Mother was in a hurry and chatted with me carelessly. I couldn't help it. I ran over and hurried the dishes again. Open the tableware, the mother looked down carefully eating meals, occasionally look around some "refined and cultured people cast the" strange eyes, I saw my mother embarrassed, nose up acid. So I tried to chat with my mother and talk about my father and my childhood. Mother opened the box in the warm fire and finally released the tense spirit. The two of us soared home and ate late into the night.

Of course, people are well bred. But true parenting means the quality of the soul and the soundness of the soul. That is to say, it is from the inside out, not the ritual, the external, to do to others to see, in line with collective expectations, is the true upbringing.