father-grandfather
reminiscences
Recently,
being moved by my grandson’s drawings ( [140914],
[141005]
), I found myself thinking a
lot about pre-school education from the grandfather point of view.
And, by coincidence, when I was searching for an old document,
from an old envelope dropped a small photo of my daughter -
probably her first official photo for the elementary school ID
(see the photo on the right). In an instant, the question arose:
was I a good father?
It
is so much easier to be a responsible grandfather. Not only that
main burden of education is on the parents but, fortunately,
between the time periods spent with my grandson I can think of
him, I can analyze and plan our activities. No such luck when my
daughter was of pre-school age; those were hard working years in
my professional career and the only occasion I can recall of
thinking about my daughter during a working day was when she was
very sick.
Then,
of course, I remember some blatant mistakes in handling of the
affairs of my daughter. The possessive emotions are no excuse, my
ignorance of human psychology even less.
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