My son is ranked 23rd

In his class there are 50 students, every time the exam, my daughter still gets the 23rd rank. Gradually getting him a nickname with this number, he is also a true middle-class student. As a parent, we felt the nickname was not pleasant to hear, but it turns out our son received it with pleasure.
My husband complained to me, whenever there was an activity at his company or his school alumni meeting, everyone always praised "Little Superman" in their homes, whereas he could only be a listener. The child's family, not only has outstanding school grades, also has many special skills. While our son ranked number 23 and did not have anything to highlight. From that, every time my husband watched the appearance of extraordinarily talented children in a television show, there arose a consolation in his heart until his eyes were so bright.
Then when he reads a story about a 9-year-old boy who enters college, he asks the child with his heart: "My son, why are you not born as a child with extraordinary cleverness?" Our son replied: "That's because father is not A father with extraordinary cleverness ". My husband became speechless again, I unbearably laughed to myself.
In the middle of the season, all the relatives gather together to celebrate, thus filling a large room in a restaurant. Everyone's topic of conversation slowly began to move on to their own children. In the festive mood, children are asked what their future goals are? Anyone who answers will be a piano player, a movie star or a politician, no one seems to be afraid to say it in front of a crowd, even a 4½-year-old girl also declares that someday will be a television host, everyone applauds.

Our 15 year old daughter looks very busy helping other small children eat. Everyone suddenly remembered that only he who has not expressed his ideals later. Under the pressure of the crowd, he finally replied in earnest: Later when I grew up, my first goal was to become a kindergarten teacher, guide the children singing, dancing and playing games. For the sake of showing modesty, everyone keeps giving praise, then asks for the ideals of both. He replied with a big grudge: "I want to be a mother, put on Doraemon apron cloth and cook in the kitchen, then read stories for my kids and take them to the porch to see the stars." All the relatives stunned made, looked at each other without knowing what else to say. My husband's expression became awkward.
Upon our return home, my husband complained to me, would I let our daughter later become a kindergarten teacher?
Will we still let it be a middle-quality student?

Actually, we have also tried a lot. In order to increase the value of his schooling, we have ever found a private tutor and enrolled him in the place of tutoring, as well as buying various learning materials for him.
Our son is also very submissive, he no longer read comics again, no longer origami class, sleep lazy at the end of the week is not done anymore.
Like a tired little bird, he joined the continuous learning lesson, the textbook and the exercise book were done non-stop. But no matter how he remains a child, his body can not survive anymore and have a severe flu. Let me be infused and lying in bed, he still insist on doing the lesson, finally he was attacked by pneumonia. After healed, his face looked thinner. But it turns out the results of the semester exams made us not know to laugh or cry, still rank 23. Then, we also try to provide nutritional enhancer and stimulus gift, after repeatedly run it, it turns out my daughter's face is getting pale.
Moreover, every time he faces the test, he can not start to eat and can not sleep, continue to shed cold sweat, the last result of the test instead became the number 33 that surprised us. My husband and I quietly relinquished the pressure action, and helped him grow normally.
He returned to his normal study and rest periods, we restored his right to read comics, allowed him to subscribe to "Humor of the Children" magazines and the like, so that our homes became peaceful again. We are very fond of our son, but we really do not understand the value of his school.
At the end of the week, co-workers go to recreation together. All

He also slowly continued: "Mother, I do not want to be a Hero I want to be a person who applauded by the side of the road." I was surprised to hear it and observe it carefully.
He remained silent as he wove his woolen thread, the pink yarn twisted back and forth in the needle, as if the time that went in his hand pulled out the flower buds.
In my heart felt warm immediately.
At that moment, my heart was moved by a girl who did not want to be this hero. In this world there are how many people who aspire to become a hero, but eventually become a regular in this mortal world.
If you are in good health, if you live happily, if there is no guilt in your heart, why our children should not be a kind and honest personality.
If my son grows up, he must be a virtuous wife, a gentle mother, even a helpful co-worker, a nice and friendly neighbor.
Moreover, he got ranked 23 out of 50 students in his class, why are we still not happy and not satisfied?
Still want him more powerful than others and more prominent again?
And what about the rest of the 27 kids behind my son? If we were their parents, how would we feel?

Your son is not yours.
They are the sons of the Living princess who long for themselves,
Through you they were born, but not of you,
They are with you, but not yours.
Give them your affection, but do not put your mind form,
Because they have their own mind.
Should you give a house for his body,
But not for his soul,
For their souls are the residents of the future house, which you can not visit even in a dream.
You may try to resemble them,
But do not make them like you
For life never goes backwards,
Nor drowned in the past.
You are the bow, and your children are the arrows that glide.
The Archer is Knowing the goal of shooting immortality.
He stretches you with His power,
Until the arrow darts, far and fast.
Swish with joy in the arms of the Archer,
For He loves the arrows that dart like lightning
He loved his steady bow.

• Khalil Gibran

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