My son was just over a year old when he fell while walking. Seeing me nearby, he stretched out his tiny hand, wanting me to help him up. But I pretended not to notice and strode ahead. My wife looked puzzled, her face clouding with displeasure as she moved to pick him up. I motioned for her to stay back.My son glanced around. Finding no help, he braced himself with both hands on the ground, wiggled his little bottom, and wobbled to his feet. I smiled. My wife smiled too.
The first time he ate candy, I let him figure out how to peel the wrapper himself. He tried pulling it horizontally and tearing it vertically, but failed. Finally, he simply bit through the wrapper and candy together to get the piece out.Later, when eating oranges or boiled eggs, I insisted on him using his mouth, not my hands.
I also guided him to tidy up his toys after playing. Once, when he had a high fever, he refused to clean up after playing. I insisted he do it himself or he wouldn't be allowed to play again. In the end, he tidied up the toys while crying loudly.
In real life, we often observe this phenomenon: the more diligent parents are, the lazier their children tend to become; conversely, in households where parents are less hands-on, children often grow up more capable. Therefore, I believe that in raising children, parents should learn to be appropriately "lazy," giving children opportunities to explore, overcome challenges, and learn problem-solving skills on their own.