Maybe it's because I was born with a hard back, or maybe I'm afraid I've been afraid to come down. The first time I learned to get down was in my first grade, on the carpet at home. My mother said, come down, I helped you, and I came down. Turns out she didn't help me. I fell down at that time, but I could really feel the strength that my arm needed to come down. I can support myself when I try again.

You can also stand in front of your daughter, hold her waist with your hand and let her go down bit by bit. Of course, you should be prepared in advance. This basic skill is practiced bit by bit, and it is common to fall once or twice.