“And don’t fight anymore …” (part 1)

A bright stroller was moving along the park’s alley towards us, ahead of which a baby walked – so pink and blue, smiling all over the world. Judging by the gait, he took few steps in his life and was terribly proud of himself. My two-year-old son, passing by, pushed him. The kid fell into the mud and cried loudly – this wonderful world was aggressive.

Is aggression a norm?

My son’s act terrified me and … confusion. The fact is that before this the problem was the opposite, on the contrary – when sand crumbled in the country at the dacha, cars were taken away and a shovel was tapped on the head, he stood and only looked perplexedly at the offender, and I – I suffered from the fact that my son not able to defend himself. Continue reading →