“We all come from childhood!
After all, all adults were children at first,
only few of them remember this "
A. de Saint-Exupery.
"We all come from childhood .." - wrote Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The impressions of childhood are deposited in our subconsciousness for life. Sometimes, some childhood experiences sweep through us over a colossal period of time and determine our actions and our relationships with people already in adulthood. Childhood conflicts define the conflicts of adulthood. Anxiety in adulthood, depressive mood and affects are a consequence, an echo of experiences in childhood.
I am a teacher-psychologist. In my practical work, I come across the manifestation of aggressiveness, anxiety, and insecurity in children. Today, a huge stream of information falls on the child. The desire of parents to improve the financial well-being of the family and, as a result, their lack of attention to their children. Therefore, children have difficulty in assimilating the norms of the modern world. And due to their age, they choose as psychological protection those emotional and behavioral reactions that they have already mastered and that are able to draw attention to them: aggression, isolation, whims, fears.
Children always look forward to when their parents come for them, joyfully run to meet them.
Leaving kindergarten, I pay attention to parents with children. More often, children run after their parents, explaining something, proving something, crying, and mom or dad walk, not paying attention to the child or on the move, reacting with irritation to his requests or desires.
I often talk with children, what they do at home, with whom they communicate, what and whom they love. And, alas, the answers are usually the same: I watch cartoons, I play the computer. The film "The Influence of Foreign Cartoons on the Child's Mind" clearly shows rudeness, harshness, irritability, distorted images of unknown sex ... Everything flickers, whirls, explodes ... What can a child understand for himself? What will you learn? Where is mom's affectionate word, dad's caring gesture?
- kiss the child;
- hug your child 50 times a day;
- kiss the child;
-stroke on the head, saying "What a clever fellow you are, well done ...!"
- whisper in your ear the affectionate words "my sun", "my (I) beloved (th)", "my happiness", "my treasure" ...;
- communicate with the child "eye to eye";
- live with the interests of the child.
Love children, do not skimp. In old age, it will return a hundredfold to you.
Prepared by the educator of the I qualification category Kovaleva Svetlana Nikolaevna, municipal budgetary educational institution No. 54 "Iskorka", Naberezhnye Chelny, January 22, 2014.
"We all come from childhood"
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"Little Prince"
Somewhere out there, behind the fog of clouds and unrealizable dreams, snatches of conversations and bitterness of loss, childhood remains. But it comes back ... Now with a sad smile in a child's photograph, now with a pain in the heart from childhood grievances, now with a joyful memory ...
“I came from childhood, as from a country,” wrote Exupery.
What is this country like - light and joyful or dark and sad?
Of course, this entirely depends on close, dear people.
It is important that the first childhood impressions are bright and joyful, and not heavy and depressing for the soul.
F. Dostoevsky wrote: “Know that there is nothing higher and stronger, and healthier, and more useful in the future for life, like some kind of good memory, and especially one taken from childhood, from the parental home ... a wonderful, holy memory, preserved from childhood, perhaps the best memory is. If you collect a lot of such memories with yourself in life, then a person is saved for life. "
A child ... A moth under the frothy, sometimes cruel stream of life ... How to give strength to the wings, without reducing flight, temper it without tiring, teach without upsetting?
It is difficult to imagine how much pity a person needs throughout his life. Childhood should be fun and joyful. V. Sukhomlinsky wrote that increasing the sea of joy in a child is the only correct course of parenting behavior.
A child's life is a river that cannot be entered twice. This means that every day we deal with a different person. That is why you need to talk to him every day, understand him, look into his eyes, catch new moments of a renewed child's soul.
The concept of "golden childhood" does not include a cry and a belt, prohibitions, punishments, indifference, it includes freedom, love, and joy.
Joy in the eyes of a child is the most important thing ... You need to ask yourself, is the child not fed up or is he a good student, and is he happy?
“Without the entirety of childhood experienced, there can be no full-fledged adult life,” wrote Y. Korchak.
The soul has a home, this home is the soul of another. This is how loving parents feel about their children.
Why do children love us? For intelligence, kindness, beauty, gifts?
Children love for one thing - for love. You love - you are loved. There is never too much love. From birth, the main thing for a person is unconditional parental love. How wonderful and simple it is to fully and unconditionally accept a child as an independent person, as a special beautiful pure world, the world of childhood.
If the prohibition comes from the teacher, then the child has negative feelings towards the teacher, if from the parents, then the anger towards the whole world.
Love ... Positive emotions ... Lack of them in children leads to neuroses, mental trauma. By the way, statistics have proven that criminals are most often people who did not know the love of loved ones in childhood, which is why cruelty and indifference towards themselves and people developed in them. The man has grown, but childhood grievances, like a splinter, continue to agitate his heart.
“People climb onto fast trains, but they themselves do not understand what they are looking for,” said the little prince, “so they do not know rest, rush to one side or the other…” “And it’s all in vain… Eyes are blind. You have to search with your heart "
“Only children know what they are looking for,” said the Little Prince. “They give their whole souls to a rag doll, and it becomes very, very dear to them, and if you take it away from them, the children cry” (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
The life of a child is almost always filled with the magic light of imagination, dreams, secrets of the world. We do not see this light, it is hidden somewhere inside, like a hidden secret, but we must remember that the child has it, and try not to destroy it, this fragile thin ray.
Always be cheerful - this is the key to the health of your children. The more the child laughs, the better, his fun is an indicator of mental health, purity and joyful feeling of being.
And you need to remember more often what you yourself were in childhood, and it is even better to preserve the traits of childhood in yourself - trust in people, a joyful perception of life, the ability to rejoice in yourself and to please others.
Deep down, each person is a source of love, and this love itself, like a continuous stream, is passed from parents to children: from generation to generation, from generation to generation.
We all come from childhood ... Carry this piece of happiness, love, kindness, gratitude in your warm palms and pass it on to your children. Let this circle not be interrupted and then the world will be better!
We all come from Childhood,
where is the street of Dad and Mom,
House number Family
and a happy colored porch,
and a well with Love,
Grandfathers, Grandmothers good Temples,
near Tenderness garden,
where everyone has a tree.
* * *
This address is simple
forever inscribed in any memory.
and the path there,
lies across the field of Hope,
past Lake Vera,
that shakes the blue dream
on the boat of Tears,
if a cloud of Sadness comes
* * *
Gratitude sun
shines brightly in the land of Repentance.
There is a spring of Heat
is in full swing in the meadow of Hearts
and gives it water to drink
lush Forest of Light Memories,
where are they walking now,
holding hands, mother and father.
Quotes about childhood
Childhood is the rise of fate in human life. Sonya Shatalova
I remember my childhood, and my heart aches with tenderness. Anatoly Mariengof "Cynics"
It seems to me that one of the greatest successes in a person's life is a happy childhood. Agatha Christie
It's sad if you spent your childhood without really seeing it. Jodie Foster
When everything around is amazing, nothing is surprising, this is childhood. Antoine de Rivarol
Childhood is something that we lost in time, but retained in ourselves. Elchin Safarli "I will be back"
A child's soul is a pure tear, it contains warmth, light, and revelation, and sincerity, trust in the eyes! And the expectation of good communication! Jean Jacques Rousseau
"We all come from childhood"
Introduction: Hello guys, hello dear colleagues, guests of our event. Today we are gathered here to once again return to the most amazing, unique time of our life - to childhood. We are all different: in character, and in age, and in lifestyle, but we are all united by one thing - "We all come from childhood."
I would very much like everyone today, even for one moment, to feel like a child again. I remembered how wonderful it is to run barefoot through puddles, enjoy the rays of the sun, play and have nothing not to think about - a carefree time of childhood, she leaves inaudibly, other children are already playing in your yard, and you, like a spectator, behold someone else's happiness, because a return ticket in your childhood you can't buy ...
The song "Where Childhood Goes" is played.
Flip through the famous pages of many Russian books, and you will be convinced that many of them are about the most amazing and wonderful time in life - childhood.
Russian writers, inclined to comprehend human existence, keenly grasped that a Russian person, deep in his soul, until the end of his days remains a child, innocently and recklessly loving, recklessly sinning and sincerely repentant. And therefore childhood memories, seemingly smoothed out, lost somewhere in the darkness of memory, in an instant can change both his soul and his life.
There, in childhood, there was something pleasant with which one could live if it returned. How we languish, becoming adults, for the clarity and purity of the first years of our existence. The sinless child's soul is, as it were, dissolved in a huge world, and it believes easily and joyfully, not embarrassed by any thoughts and doubts. She is gullible and open to everything.
A clean, good, especially spiritually inspired time of early childhood, when the child still has no ideas about time and space, but only has their deep inner comprehension. For him there is still no today, tomorrow, now, but there is only a feeling of moments, fleeting and at the same time eternal.
"Childhood"
Huge eyes like a fancy doll
Opened wide. Under the arrows of the eyelashes
Trustingly clear and correctly rounded,
The rims of babies' pupils flicker.
What is she looking at? And what is unusual
And this rural house, and a garden, and a vegetable garden,
Where, bending down to the bushes, their owner is busy,
And something, knits there, and cuts, and sings?
Two skinny cocks fighting on the fence
Rough hops crawl up the porch post.
And the girl is looking. And in this clear gaze
The whole world is displayed until the very end.
He, this wonderful world, truly for the first time
Enchanted her like a miracle of miracles,
And deep in her soul, like living companions,
This house, this garden, and the forest also entered.
And a lot of blowjob days. And the pain of heart trouble
And happiness will come to her. But both wife and mother,
She's a blissful sense of those short minutes
Up to gray hair, everything will be remembered.
Nikolay Zabolotsky
Reader 1.
For a child's heart there are no rich and poor, no noble and ignorant, but only loving and indifferent, kind and evil. It unmistakably guesses in any person his soul and reaches out to the one in which the holy flame, visible only to the sensitive inner eye, has not yet extinguished.
And in this blessed time, when the divine clarity of the soul has not yet been muddied, when it feels the innermost and seeks it, when faith is pure and sincere, it needs spiritual protection and guidance. And how good it is if a child finds such a mentor among the closest, most dear people to him - mother and father.
The first word that the baby says is mom. She helps the child to see the beauty of nature, she puts her native language into his mouth, which has absorbed the wealth of thought and reason of the people, she introduces him to humanity. In relation to the mother, it is determined what a person is. People do not respect the one who offended the mother, forgot about her. And motherhood in Russia has always been synonymous with holiness.
Reader 2.
Harsh cough sounds at night
The old woman took to her bed.
For many years she has been in our apartment
I lived alone in the room.
There were letters, only very rarely.
And then, not noticing us,
She kept walking and whispering: "Children!
You should come to me at least once!
Your mother is bent over, old.
What to do, old age has approached.
How good would we sit
Near our table.
You walked under this table,
On a holiday they sang songs until dawn,
And then they parted, sailed away,
Flew away - now try to collect! "
Mother fell ill, and that same night
The telegraph never tired of shouting:
“Children, urgently, only very urgently
Come on over. Mother got sick. "
From Odessa, Tallinn, Igarka,
Putting things aside until the time,
The children gathered, but it's a pity -
By the bed, not by the table.
Stroking wrinkled hands
Smooth silver strand.
How did you give such separation
So how long to stand between you?
Mother was waiting for you in the rain and in bad weather,
In the painful sleepless nights.
Is it necessary to wait for grief,
To come to your mother?
Is it really just telegrams
Have they brought you to the fast trains?
Listen while you have moms,
Come to them without telegrams.
“There are no more precious memories from a person, like from his first childhood in his parent's house.” How to disagree with the words of the great psychologist, a connoisseur of children's souls, hearts, F.M. Dostoevsky.
Parental home, parental home - these concepts gave names to many songs. Each of us pronounces these words with trembling in our souls, with great love. After all, time passes, dates, events, people change, but memory again brings us back to the world of childhood, to the house, which is a real nest, carefully protecting from any misfortune and adversity. You want to come back here again and again, because you are always expected here: no matter what heights you have achieved, or no matter what cruel blows of fate you have experienced.
The song "House with Windows to the Garden".
Reader 3.
Years pass slowly, in succession.
Pictures change outside the window.
But every time in blooming spring
I want to return to my father's house.
There, where I spent my summer in childhood,
Where every corner was familiar
was love, warmed by tenderness,
And where they gave me milk.
The porch is askew, the door is closed,
Woodpiles in rows in the yard,
And by the fence there is an old trough
sad about that happiest time ...
The bed in the terrace is covered with a canopy,
In the hallway - a chest, a scythe under the ceiling,
Jam is cooked on a kerosene stove
And the cat curled up at the door in a ball.
You open the door - a huge room.
And in the center there is a table, a wide bench.
In the corner - the goddess with a hot lamp,
A large mirror - I am reflected in it.
But there I am a barefoot girl
I sit with the grandmothers at the festive table.
Everything is decorous - tea from a samovar
With sugar beaten with tongs.
Flowers in huge tubs, smells like honey
And with ardor, with heat, Russian pancakes.
And on the bed there are white valances
Embroidered patterns are visible.
I'll sit on the bench, close my eyes,
I'll lean my back against the wall
And I will plunge into childhood with my head,
Let it be for a little while, let it be in a beautiful dream.
Though I was born in a completely different place.
I don’t want to betray happiness to oblivion.
And every time in blooming spring
I mentally fly to my father's house.
“You know that there is nothing higher and stronger and healthier. And henceforth it is more useful for life, like some good memory from the parental home. We are often told about our upbringing, but some kind of beautiful, holy memory, preserved from childhood, may be the best upbringing. If you collect a lot of such memories with you in your life, then a person is saved for life. Perhaps it is this memory that will keep from great evil. " (F.M.Dostoevsky)
“Happy, happy, irreversible time of childhood! - said Leo Tolstoy. - How not to love. Do not cherish the memories of her? These memories refresh, elevate my soul and serve as a source of the best pleasures. "
But childhood memories are not always joyful, happy. Sometimes they are associated with bombing, with the loss of loved ones and relatives, because there was a war in the history of our people. This year the whole country celebrated the 70th anniversary of the Victory.
Children and war - there is no more terrible convergence of things in the world. It would seem that these words cannot, should not stand side by side. However, we call a whole generation the children of war. The war years tried to take away childhood from this generation, to snatch books, notebooks, textbooks from their hands. To his lot hardships, trials, adversities fell.
Poem by Anatoly Bragin "Father was taken to war"
Reader 4.
Father was taken to the war.
… The boy is a bolt
but at once added to him
war for so many years.
“So what, mother?
So mother, then?
Am I a head in the house?
You start washing your clothes
And I chop wood!
You say:
Drovets is a bit
Left.
So be it
Sell the elephant
Sell a whistle!
You can live without them!
Sell the sailor suit, I say!
Now there is no time for rags,
You only, mom,
Do not be sad!
I will not leave you! "
During the war, children worked at defense factories on a par with adults, standing at the machines for 12-14 hours, supporting their forces with a meager ration. Many did not reach the bench, substituted boxes for it. The children were deprived of the simplest joys.
Reader 5.
Why did you, war, stole their childhood from the boys -
And the blue sky and the smell of a simple flower?
The boys of the Urals came to the factories to work,
They set up boxes to reach the machine.
And now in the incorruptible winter of the war year,
When the cold dawn was over Kama,
The director of the plant gathered the best workers,
And he was a worker for only fourteen years.
The harsh time looked into the tired faces,
But everyone found a pre-war childhood in themselves,
As soon as the working bonus - a jar of jam -
In front of them, the boys, someone put it on the table.
And now over the plant, over the forest dozing in the snow,
In the midst of the silence that suddenly came to the hearts,
It breathed with something long forgotten, home,
As if there was no more war in the world.
Ah, a jar of jam, a simple and sure remedy
Remind us that, no matter how bitter life is for people,
But the boys will also have the sun and childhood,
And the blue sky, and the smell of a simple flower!
V.Radkevich
Children died in the cities occupied by the Nazis. There are legends about the courageous defenders of Leningrad. Being in the blockade ring, in hunger and cold, the inhabitants died, but did not give up. Pages from the diary of 11-year-old schoolgirl Tanya Savicheva tell about the terrible tragedy of those days.
But war has a strange quality - not only to take away, injure and kill. War makes love stronger.
Reader 6.
The ballad of a callous piece
Along deserted avenues, deafeningly loud
Rumbled on a devilish mixture of a three-ton.
An icy tarp covered her body -
Precious tons of wonderful cargo.
Silent driver frozen to the steering wheel
He carried concentrates to the front, he carried loaves of bread,
He was carrying lard and butter, he was carrying canned food and vodka,
And he was carrying a makhorka, cursing the weather.
Next to him, the lieutenant hid his nose in a mitten
He was thin, he looked like a hungry bird.
And it seemed to him that there was no driver,
That the truck has wandered to another planet.
Suddenly towards the rays - blue, quivering headlights -
The house stepped out of the darkness, crushed by fire.
And through these rays the snow flew like through a sieve,
Stop! said the lieutenant. - Wait, driver.
I, said the lieutenant, am a resident here after all. -
And the driver laid siege to the car in front of the house,
And a piercing wind rushed into the cockpit.
And the lieutenant ran up the familiar steps.
And he entered ... and the little boy pressed himself to his knees
Sparrow ribs ... Pale lips ...
An old man of seven in a shabby fur coat.
How are you, little boy? Answer without cheating! .. -
And the lieutenant took his ration out of his pocket.
He gave a stale piece of bread to his son: - Chew, -
And he stepped over to where the potbelly stove was smoking.
There, on top of the blanket, are swollen hands.
There he saw his wife after a long separation.
There, afraid to burst into tears, he took the poor shoulders
And he looked into his eyes that flickered like candles.
But the lieutenant did not know his seven-year-old son:
There was a boy in his father - a real man!
And when the burned-out cinder blinked,
He put his father's gift in his mother's hand
And when the lieutenant sat down again in the three-ton
Come! - the boy shouted after him
And again through the rays the snow flew like a sieve,
The snow flew like flour - smoothly, slowly, well ...
The truck has already waved many miles.
The rockets illuminated the sky with a black dome.
The same piece - unbite, callous -
The lieutenant fumbled in the same pocket.
Because the wife could not be different
And she planted this piece again.
Because she was a real wife,
Because she waited, because she loved.
Vladimir Lifshits
Whatever time it is outside the window: whether the guns are thundering, whether the shells are bursting, or the sun is simply shining peacefully - people have always loved and will love their children. In them, parents see the meaning of their life, subordinate their whole life to them, they sacrifice in the name of this holy, inextinguishable love.
“Having children and having them is the most important and serious business in the world. It was and never ceased to be. So spoke the great classic - Leo Tolstoy. And love them, he added elsewhere. After all, if we already stop loving children, then whom will we be able to love after that and what will become of us ”.
Reader 7.
Twentieth century, forties. Substituting the wounded chest,
Unconquered Russia intervenes for the fascist.
And, having lost his common sense, the executioner foresees the end,
And under his bloody heel - executions, torture, children's crying.
There are corpses on the corpses, looking at the sky. And suddenly at the edge of the pit -
"Don't kill me, uncle, but I'll sing you a song!"
And now, trembling and stuttering, by the heap of uncooled bodies,
The child sang about a bunny over his sister and mother.
…Eighties. The peoples of the country glorified the work,
But the orphanage is getting fuller every year with unchildish grief.
Why is a boy at four years old given for conscience, not for fear
To bear the trouble of a great people on thin shoulders?
Waking up, he cries at night, and - the thread of understanding breaks! -
"Don't give me to mom, I'm scared, mom will beat!"
Wake up, people, children are crying! Tell me, my great people,
The war is responsible for those orphans, and who is for the present orphans?
Vladimir Lebedev
The answer to this question may be different: sometimes fate is to blame: parents died, there are no close relatives - and now the child is an orphan; and sometimes the reason for this is irresponsibility, heartlessness, lack of motherhood and the correct model of building a family before our eyes. Today's parents are yesterday's orphans, children from dysfunctional and single-parent families. Motherhood has become early: adolescents become mothers who have not yet had time to understand and realize that a child is a whole world that requires attention and constant participation in the life of the one to whom you gave life. Their place in life is sometimes not determined, since they do not have education, work, prosperity, and the result is aggression directed, at times, against their child. In these families, childhood is not a happy time, but fear, fear of the closest person, psychological trauma and, as a result, often an unsettled life. This is one of the reasons for orphanhood today. And as much as one would like to remain silent, not to talk about it, but the statistics are terrifying.
This topic was not touched upon by chance, because next to us are those who have already experienced the happiness of motherhood - these are young mothers. You can see them in our corridors with children in their arms,and how important it is that their children enter youth with a pure and clear soul, believing and loving, and that the memory of the heart is not darkened by painful memories and preserves those that will respond graciously to their entire subsequent fate.
Reader 8.
Take care of your children
Do not scold them for their pranks.
The evil of my bad days
Never rip off on them.
Don't be seriously angry with them,
Even if they are guilty,
Nothing is dearer than tears
That from the cilia of relatives rolled down.
If fatigue falls down
There is no urine to cope with her,
Well, sonny will approach you
Or my daughter will stretch out her hands.
Hug them tight
Cherish the caress of children
Is this happiness? short moment,
Hurry to be happy.
After all, they will melt like snow in spring
These golden days will flash
And they will leave the hearth dear
Grown up your children.
Flipping through the album
With photographs of childhood
Remember the past with sadness
About the days when we were together.
How will you want
At this time, come back again
So that they sing a song to the little ones,
Touch the cheeks with tender lips.
And while there is children's laughter in the house,
There is nowhere to go from toys
You are happier than everyone in the world
Take care of childhood, please!
Teachers are not only teachers, but they are also yesterday's children. The fate of each of us has already taken shape, we all have achieved something, but the foundation of this was laid in childhood, childhood filled with love and care, endless attention and participation and, of course, parental warmth. The happy moments of that precious time were captured not only by our memory, but also by the picture that has turned yellow over the years.
Song, video.
I want the swing to shake again
In that linden grove, in my native village,
Where in the morning the violets turned blue in the gloom,
Where thoughts were shy so strange in the spring.
I want to be gentle and gentle again
To be a child again, at least in another,
But only to get drunk on the bottomless, boundless,
In a snow-white paradise, in a blue paradise.
And if I loved crazy caresses,
I cool down to them, completely forever,
I like the evening, and baby eyes,
And quiet fairy tales, and again a star.
K. Balmont
Final word: our event is coming to an end, and I hope that each of us, at least for one moment, managed to return to childhood and understand that it can be different, fanned with love and care and filled with fear and cries for help, but childhood is the time that cannot be returned. And I wish that your childhood, the childhood of your children and grandchildren was filled only with joy, bursting laughter and love ...
Hello, friends. Let's look at the topic of the connection between our adult life and childhood. Someone said: we all come from childhood. Who was that? What did he mean by that? What is the meaning of this phrase? We will try to answer these questions. And perhaps many of you will be surprised.
This period of life is in the distant past. But do not think that only memory connects us with him. The topic of childhood is important enough for any person. It's just that many people don't know about it. It is a pity that the school does not give us such knowledge. It would be much easier now.
What does it mean
I will quote a complete quote with this expression.
“Where are we from? We come from childhood, as if from some country ... I'm not very sure that I lived after my childhood passed "
A. de Saint-Exupery (writer, poet, professional pilot)
This is an excerpt from his famous story "The Little Prince". It shows the eternal human values that support the world. And the fact that through childish naivety and purity of thoughts it is much easier to understand what is happening. We have all been in this state once.
Exupery tries to convey the idea through artistic images. And it is that children's perception of reality forms our value attitudes. Those. important things for ourselves we realize and remember in childhood .
In adulthood, people no longer learn anything fundamental. We already have the entire set of lenses through which we look at the world. We can develop informationally. But everyone defined the basic rules and life priorities long ago. The meaning of the phrase is just that.
There is a child in every adult
Here I will already rely on the opinion of the Austrian psychologist Sigmund Freud. He, as the founder of the method of psychoanalysis, argued that personality is formed on the basis of childhood experiences. The way we react to the world that has opened to us is imprinted in our subconscious.
In other words, our unconscious space has no information about the world around us. The computer has not yet received the operating program (maybe it will be clearer this way). And all the emotions of children's perception of this world are recorded by the subconscious as codes for Windows.
We do not choose each other by chance ... We meet only those who already exist in our subconscious.
Sigmund Freud
Therefore, dear friends, it turns out like this. Most of our problems in adulthood are understandable. And they are born in our head. And the bottom line is that in one case it is an incorrectly established code in the subconscious (childhood). And in the second, these are the contradictions of our unconscious with real reality (now).
How strong is the bond
The phrase "we all come from childhood" has a common (generalized) concept. At this age, we create a model for our future life. Those. we begin to collect our set of values and develop habits.
As adults, we are, in fact, riding on the rails laid down in childhood. Most of us consider ourselves completely free people. Especially when it comes to choosing something. But this choice is within the perimeter of our basic priorities.
The role of parents and loved ones is especially important in shaping our perception of the world. It is their attitudes that will form the basis of our character and behavior.
But, the fact is that our relatives are far from being angels. Their outlook on life was formed in exactly the same way. Therefore, they can give the child both a correct setting and a false one. And we will come across the same problem many times in adulthood. Until we realize that we need to change our behavior.
How does it manifest
It's very simple. When a child lives in an atmosphere of love and care of his loved ones, then this is wonderful. He remembers the world around him with joyful feelings. And in adulthood, such a person will develop more or less successfully.
If a small person "did not finish eating" something in childhood (love, recognition, affection, care, attention, etc.), then this is bad. Because in adulthood, he will unconsciously achieve this. And to achieve by any means. And these methods can take on truly insane forms.
In addition, lesions are formed in the human mind. They will store episodes with the experience of negative emotions. And the held back feelings (resentment, anger, envy, fear) will blacken the soul. And also destroy the internal organs ().
Conclusion
Now, I hope it is clear why "we all come from childhood." If this phrase is perceived as a metaphor (figurative meaning), then it explains a lot. In the sense that we start life in about the same way. As the saying goes: from scratch.
And what is put into our heart and head at the very beginning of the path completely determines the life that follows. Therefore, very often false attitudes from distant childhood interfere with being happy in the present. But this can be changed. Fate is not a foregone conclusion.
It's enough for today. I wish you, dear friends, a good mood and good luck in your business. Subscribe to news, comment, share with friends. Goodbye.
Sincerely
Sergey Bezvorny
The great Frenchman Antoine de Saint-Exupery gave us a wise and "humane" fairy tale-parable, which simply and soulfully speaks about the most important things: about friendship and love, about duty and loyalty, about beauty and intolerance to evil. Let's remember the touching statements of the Little Prince?
1. We are responsible for those we have tamed.
2. It is foolish to lie when you are so easily caught.
3. When I was six years old, adults convinced me that an artist would not come out of me, and I learned nothing to draw, except for boas - outside and inside.
4. All adults were children at first, only few of them remember this.
5. When you let yourself be tamed, then it happens and cry.
6. There is such a firm rule. I got up in the morning, washed myself, put myself in order - and immediately put your planet in order.
7. When you say to adults: “I saw a beautiful red brick house with geraniums in the windows, and pigeons on the roof,” they cannot imagine this house. They should be told: "I saw a house for a hundred thousand francs." And then they exclaim: "What a beauty!"
If you want you to have a friend, tame me!
And what should be done for this? - asked the little prince.
We need to be patient, - answered the Fox. “First sit down there, at a distance, on the grass. Like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you be silent. But every day, sit a little closer ...
9. People no longer have enough time to learn anything. They buy clothes ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they trade with friends, and therefore people no longer have friends.
10. You are beautiful - but empty. I don't want to die for you.
11. Every person has their own stars. To one - to those who wander, they show the way. For others, they are just lights.
Where are the people? It's so lonely in the desert.
It's lonely among people too.
13. Adults are very fond of numbers. When you tell them that you have a new friend, they never ask about the most important thing. They will never say: “What is his voice? What games does he like to play? Does he catch butterflies? " They ask, “How old is he? How many brothers does he have? How much does he weigh? How much does his father earn? " And after that they imagine that they have recognized the person.
14. Only the heart is sharp-sighted. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.
15. Children should be very lenient with adults.
