Cry Baby

This morning, one of Greg's teachers, ZhangBin LaoShi told me that Greg has been crying over the slightest thing. For instance, his pull-up overflowed during his nap, and he laid on his tummy on the floor, refusing to move because he did not want to let anyone know that his shirt was wet. His form teacher was on leave, and a new teacher (T. Lia) took over. Apparently, the new teacher brought the kids somewhere, and Greg continued to lie on the floor. ZhangBin LaoShi went up to him and when Greg realized that ZhangBin LaoShi knew about his wet shirt, he cried. She had to calm him down, and kept telling him that it's ok. I really wonder why he cried because at home if he were to wet the bed or his shirt when he woke up, he would just say, "Mummy, the shirt is wet. Can you change me?". Maybe he felt embarrassed people know about him wetting his shirt?? Or perhaps he was worried about getting a scolding from his teacher?

Another crying incident has got something to do with him eating vegetables in school. Apparently, if he could not finish his vegetables, he would cry. ZhangBin LaoShi believed that Greg knew he was supposed to finish his plate of vegetables and if he didn't, he might get some not pleasant remarks. Hence, she planned not to reprimand him if he tried but could not finish his bowl of vegetables during lunch. Sigh.. Greg's in this period whereby he refuses to eat vegetables. He used to love them so much, and I hope it's just a phase that he's going through.

Well, these incidents reminded me of my past, when I was young. I cried over the slightest thing in school because I would get anxious if I knew I could not complete something successfully and I was expected to perform. I disliked doing things wrong and I remembered that I enjoyed being in adults' good books most of the time. Thinking back, I believed I cried because it's partly my way of coping with anxiety, and partly I knew it's one good way the adults/ teachers got to know what's bothering me. Aiyooo... I hope Greg isn't like me..because I didn't like this part of me.

I still remember when I was in Primary school, the teacher mentioned something about penalizing us 5 cents for every arithmetic sum we got wrong. I got panicky because I knew my parents would check the amount of pocket money I have left everyday, and I worried about doing my maths wrongly. I was so anxious that I cried. Quite funny when I think back. The teacher came to me, brought me to a corner and asked me why I cried. I told her my concerns, and she said, "silly girl, teacher is just joking with the class!". I felt relieved after that. Hmmm... my teacher must be thinking why I am such a cry baby, and now when I think back, I thought the teacher's method to get the class do the work correctly was so ridiculous! Or maybe I didn't know how to differentiate between what was a joke and what was for real then... well, no one cried except me. Wonder if Greg inherits this characteristic from me... oh no! =(