Of course, every father works to make it good for his family, and especially for his children. But this does not mean at all that you can not devote time to your child on weekdays, citing fatigue and the fact that “I actually earn money for you.” Money is not exactly what our children really need. They need attention, love and care. And even an hour spent by dad with the child will make the baby much happier. This is what the parable is about.
One day, one man returned home late from work, tired and nervous as always, and saw that his five-year-old son was waiting for him at the door.
- Dad, can I ask you something?
- Of course, what happened?
- Dad, how much do you get?
“It’s none of your business,” the father was indignant.
- And then, why do you need this?
- I just want to know. Please, tell me, how much do you get per hour?
- Well, actually 500. So what?
— Dad: — the son looked up at him with very serious eyes. - Dad, can you borrow me 300?
“You only asked so that I could give you money for some stupid toy?” - he shouted. - Immediately go to your room and go to bed! You can't be so selfish! I work all day, I’m terribly tired, and you’re acting so stupid...
The kid quietly went to his room and closed the door behind him. And his father continued to stand in the doorway and get angry at his son’s requests. “How dare he ask me about my salary and then ask for money?”
But after some time he calmed down and began to think sensibly. “Maybe he really needs to buy something very important. To hell with them, with three hundred, he’s never even once asked me for money.” When he entered the nursery, his son was already in bed.
-Are you awake, son? - he asked.
- No, dad. “I’m just lying there,” he replied.
“I think I answered you too rudely,” said the father. “I had a hard day and I just lost it.” I'm sorry. Here, have the money you asked for.
The boy sat up in bed and smiled.
- Oh, dad, thank you! - he exclaimed joyfully.
He then reached under the pillow and pulled out several more crumpled bills. His father, seeing that the child already had money, became angry again. And the baby put all the money together and carefully counted the bills, and then looked at his father again.
- Why did you ask for money if you already have it? - he grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I have just enough,” answered the child. - Dad, there are exactly five hundred here. Can I buy one hour of your time? Please come home early from work tomorrow, I want you to have dinner with us.
Morality
There is no morality. I just wanted to remind you that our lives are too short to spend all of it at work. We should not let it slip through our fingers without devoting at least a tiny fraction of it to those who truly love us, the people closest to us. If we are gone tomorrow, our company will very quickly replace us with someone else. And only for family and friends it will be a truly great loss that they will remember for the rest of their lives.
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Father and four sons
There lived a man who had four sons. He loved his youngest son more than his other children. He took care of him throughout his life and gave him the best. The man also loved his third son very much and always talked about him with his friends. But he loved him less than his fourth son because his behavior was unpredictable.
The father also treated his second son with love and could trust him in a difficult situation. Whenever there was a problem, he was the best advisor. But he had no feelings for his first-born - the eldest son. No matter how much his son loved him, he never felt reciprocal feelings for him.
One day a man became very ill. He turned to doctors and healers, but no one could cure him. The enlightened guru told him: “Your death is inevitable, but I will allow you to take one son with you.”
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One day a man returned home late from work, tired and twitchy as always,
and saw that his five-year-old son was waiting for him at the door.
- Dad, can I ask you something?
- Of course, what happened?
- Dad, how much do you get?
- It's none of your business! - the father was indignant. - And then, why do you need this?
- I just want to know. Please, tell me, how much do you get per hour?
- Well, actually, 500. So what?
“Dad...” the son looked up at him with very serious eyes. - Dad, can you borrow me 300?
“You only asked so that I could give you money for some stupid toy?” - he shouted. - Immediately go to your room and go to bed!.. You can’t be so selfish! I work all day, I’m terribly tired, and you’re acting so stupid.
The kid quietly went to his room and closed the door behind him. And his father continued to stand in the doorway and get angry at his son’s requests. “How dare he ask me about my salary and then ask for money?”
But after some time he calmed down and began to reason sensibly:
“Maybe he really needs to buy something very important. To hell with them, with three hundred, he’s never even once asked me for money.” When he entered the nursery, his son was already in bed.
-Are you awake, son? - he asked.
- No, dad. “I’m just lying,” the boy answered.
“I think I answered you too rudely,” said the father. “I had a hard day and I just lost it.” I'm sorry. Here, have the money you asked for.
The boy sat up in bed and smiled.
- Oh, dad, thank you! - he exclaimed joyfully.
He then reached under the pillow and pulled out several more crumpled bills. His father, seeing that the child already had money, became angry again. And the baby put all the money together, and carefully counted the bills, and then looked at his father again.
- Why did you ask for money if you already have it? - he grumbled.
“Because I didn’t have enough.” But now that’s just enough for me,” the child answered. - Dad, there are exactly five hundred here. Can I buy one hour of your time? Please come home early from work tomorrow, I want you to have dinner with us.
Morality
There is no morality. I just wanted to remind you that our lives are too short to spend it entirely at work. We should not let it slip through our fingers without devoting at least a tiny bit of it to those who truly love us, those closest to us. If we are gone tomorrow, your company will very quickly replace us with someone else. And only for family and friends it will be a truly great loss that they will remember for the rest of their lives. Think about it, we spend much more time on work than on family.
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The Parable of the Two Fathers
Hello, dear friends! Today I am again posting a parable on the topic “Fathers and Sons.” Even the classics could not answer all the questions that arise in the relationship between fathers and children.
I found a wonderful parable by Elena Stencheva-Art on the website Stikhi.ru. I bring it to your attention. What do you think about this issue?
FATHER'S PEDAGOGY “The best way to make children good is to make them happy.” (Oscar Wilde)
This was a long time ago, when there were no traces of computers, televisions, cars and any other equipment, when they had not yet invented plastic surgery for rejuvenation. A child was born into the same family. And the young father came to the Great Sage to ask for advice on how to properly raise his child, so that he would grow up kind, honest, and responsible, so that he would honor his parents. “Well,” said the Sage, “listen to the parable of the two fathers. Perhaps you yourself will understand what the secret of good upbringing is..."...
“Well,” said the Sage, “listen to the parable of the two fathers. Perhaps you yourself will understand what the secret of good upbringing is..."... ...Two young couples lived in the same village, they had been friends since childhood, they got married on the same day, and on the same day they had children. But a misfortune happened: both mothers died during childbirth, and the fathers began to raise the children themselves. Time passed. The children grew up, they were 10 years old.
The father of the first child could not be recognized: white ash covered his head, wrinkles made him even older, his soul and body grew old. And the father of the second child was the same as 10 years ago. And the neighbor’s envy took over, and not a trace remained of friendship.
He went to the local Sage and asked the following question: “Tell me, Wise One, why is my neighbor still so young, and his heavy worries have not aged him?” “What worries are you talking about?” - the Sage asked him. And the parent said: “He’s raising a child alone, he runs the household himself, he does everything himself...”
“Please tell me how you raise your child,” the Wise One asked him. “I,” the newcomer began his story, “almost immediately after birth found a wet nurse for the baby. During these ten years, I almost did not see my child: I worked a lot to provide food for myself and him, to pay a nurse, to pay for housing.
I was looking for pleasures in order to take everything from life, I was looking for a wife so that she would help me establish myself in society... When I came to my child with a new passion, he was capricious. When he grew up and high-ranking guests came to our house, he tried to do things to disgrace me: he spilled expensive wines on the guests, threw banana skins at their feet, coated the handles of cutlery with pine resin... You can’t list everything...
I kept him in strictness and fear of punishment for his offenses, cultivating obedience in him... He had to learn that elders are always right, and they must be respected for their position in society, that he should be grateful to me for not being his abandoned when his mother died... He always tried to harm me...
For my love, for caring for him, for my desire to raise him as a worthy successor to my noble family, he pays us with such a coin...” “What is your love for your child, your participation in his life?” - the old man asked him. “Like what? – the father exclaimed in bewilderment. —
I take care of him: a nurse, teachers, pocket money, social evenings with the right people, expensive gifts for birthdays... I am his father, I gave him life, I grew old at work, ensuring my and his future...
Women don’t pay attention to me because of my decrepit appearance, and I’m only 30!...” “And who does your child have good feelings for?” - the Sage suddenly asked him. “He loves, he obeys his nurse, this motherless one who has no home, no name and no title. He respects his teacher, who is also rootless,” was the parent’s response. “Don’t you think that with his pranks the child wanted to attract your attention to himself, wanted you to pay attention to him, and not to your guests?” - the old man suddenly asked him. In response - one bewilderment on the face of the high-born visitor.
“Let's call your neighbor and ask him how he raises his child. Maybe he will tell us the secret of youth, the loss of which you so regret?” - suggested the Sage. The father of the second child came: “Did you call me, Wise One?” “Yes, we really want to know: what is the secret of your youth, what is the secret of your upbringing, that the child obeys you, that he grows up cheerful and sociable, that he is glad to have your guests, that he loves and respects you?”
“I never thought about preserving my youth, I just don’t have time to think about such trifles, I have a child, for whom from birth I replaced both mother and father... I was always with him, at any time of the day or night .
When I was working in my field with my workers, he lay in a cradle in the shade of a spreading tree not far from me, so that I could hear his cry and calm him down. When I was busy around the house, he was always next to me and watched how I prepared food, did the laundry, cleaned the rooms, how I fed the livestock, how I sheared the sheep, how I spun yarn...
Yes, there are a lot of different things to do in the household... I don’t consider it shameful to do any work, I respect a hardworking person and for me there are no differences in titles... My child, who now helps me with everything, also understood this.
When he was five years old, I gave him a wooden writing board, and we learned the letters. A simple teacher, who has become close to us, helps him master various sciences. In my free time, I play with my child, we celebrate holidays cheerfully, prepare various games for birthdays, invite numerous guests, whom we also involve in holiday games...
After all, play is a serious matter, it is the basis of children’s education, upbringing and communication with us adults. There is no substitute for live communication. He and I draw, sing, dance, read books... I simply have no time to grow old, I am constantly close to childhood, next to the child who has become my soul, my heart, my life...
And as long as he needs me, I will always be by his side...” Father finished his story. "Dad! - a clear child's voice rang out. “Come on, it’s our turn to sing a song at the Sun Festival.” “I’m coming!” - he answered. And, turning to the Sage and his neighbor, he said: “Sorry, a child is waiting for me.” Holding hands, laughing, they ran to where the Sun Festival was in full swing, and people gave each other smiles, and everyone was happy, and especially the child, who was held by the hand by HIS FATHER... The Great Sage fell silent. “Which of these two is right?” — breaking the silence, he asked the young father. “The second one is right. Thank you! - said the young father. “I understood how to raise my child so that he grows up kind, hardworking, obedient and, most importantly, happy.” “Then go and do the same,” said the Great Sage.
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May peace, understanding, love, harmony, harmony, and happiness always reign in the family.
Difficult choice
Of course, first of all, the father of many children turned to his favorite. The man asked his fourth son to die with him, but he said: “I will never agree to this!” Then the father turned to his third son and was again refused: “Life in this world is so good. I'll stay here." The man then asked his second son, to which he replied, “I can’t help you this time. At best, I can accompany you to your grave.” The man's heart sank, but then he heard the voice of his eldest son.
The son told his sick father: “I’m leaving with you. I will follow you wherever you go." The man raised his head and said apologetically, “I should have taken much better care of you while I had the chance.”
