It happened to me when I was a young mother to listen to the instructive story of a child psychologist:
"We often observe the picture of a child going with his mother, capricious, tired. And the mother starts screaming and tormenting her own child with the words "No, let's go sooner, and so on. D is.” and advised the wise psychologist to transfer responsibility on the shoulders of children "think that you are lost and ask the child to lead you, and he is filled with his own importance and responsibility for the mother will stop weeping and you will quickly get to the destination and there will be in your family full understanding".
I listened to all this on the eve of my trip with my son on holiday to Bulgaria to the glorious town of Sozopol. The town, by the way, is located on two heads, on one is the old town, where all kinds of cafes are restaurants and in general very beautiful and a new city with hotels, etc.
So every night we walked for 40 minutes from the new city to the old, we went for a walk, ate dinner and returned with our son to the new city to the hotel.
And remembering the wise advice of a psychologist, every night I depicted severe memory loss and geographical cretinism “son, mom lost, take us home.” It works 100%, my son never doubts or begins to grind. I was a happy mother.
And now the actual ambulance: the child after the vacation sent immediately to his grandmother in Ukraine. One day my mother called me and said, “As soon as I see you, I will kill you.” It turns out: at the table where the whole colloquium gathered began to torture my three-year-old child on the subject of how he rested in the colloquium.
of Bulgaria. He said, “Yes, we’ve had a good rest: every night we sit with my mom at the bar, and then she tells me, ‘Son, take me home.’ There is no scene.

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