樹欲靜而風不止，子欲養(yǎng)而親不在！不要等父母不在時，才后悔當初給父母的愛太少；不要當失去時才后悔當初沒有珍惜……
I’ve been blessed with a long happy life, despite losing my mother when I was just a boy. I might never have got over that loss except for something I discovered that the summer.
I was at Camp Horseshoe in Pennsylvania in 1931. On visiting day, Mom and Dad came with some friends. Dad wanted to give them a tour of the camp. So I would stick with Mom all day. I loved my mom, but I dreaded my friends seeing her fuss(過分關(guān)心) over me.
Dad showed our guests around while Mom and I headed through the woods to my house. I opened the door to my house. Inside, she tried to give me a hug. “Mom!” I cried, pulling back. “What would the guys think?”
Looking a little hurt, Mom sat on my bed. “Are you enjoy camp?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. I wished she would just leave me alone.
Mom told me what I’d been missing at home. After what seemed a long time, it was time to go . “Walk me to the car?” she asked, holding out her hand.
I shook my head. My friends would all be out there saying goodbye to their parents. Besides, I’d be home soon. She’d have plenty of time to fuss over me then.
“All right,” Mum said, sighing. “It was wonderful to see you, honey.” She stroked my cheek. “I love you.” Then she walked out of the house.
I kept seeing the sad look in Mom’s eyes when I refused to hug her. “Go back”. A voice I’d never heard before filled my thoughts. “Go back and tell your mother you love her. Let her put her arms around you.” I had to see her again before she left!
I ran out, the door slamming behind me, and raced through the woods. Near the end of the pail I spotted my parents. “Mum, wait!” I called. She turned, a great big smile breaking across her face.
This time when she opened her arms I rushed right into them. We held each other tightly. “I’m so sorry. Mom, I love you!” I cried, not caring what anyone else thought. The strength of her embrace told me she understood.
If I hadn’t made things right with Mom that day, I never would have able to. She died in a car accident on the way home. God gave me the chance to feel my mother’s warmth and loving touch, which helped me go through the period of the loss of mom.
David E. Philips
I’ve been blessed with a long happy life, despite losing my mother when I was just a boy. I might never have got over that loss except for something I discovered that the summer.
I was at Camp Horseshoe in Pennsylvania in 1931. On visiting day, Mom and Dad came with some friends. Dad wanted to give them a tour of the camp. So I would stick with Mom all day. I loved my mom, but I dreaded my friends seeing her fuss(過分關(guān)心) over me.
Dad showed our guests around while Mom and I headed through the woods to my house. I opened the door to my house. Inside, she tried to give me a hug. “Mom!” I cried, pulling back. “What would the guys think?”
Looking a little hurt, Mom sat on my bed. “Are you enjoy camp?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. I wished she would just leave me alone.
Mom told me what I’d been missing at home. After what seemed a long time, it was time to go . “Walk me to the car?” she asked, holding out her hand.
I shook my head. My friends would all be out there saying goodbye to their parents. Besides, I’d be home soon. She’d have plenty of time to fuss over me then.
“All right,” Mum said, sighing. “It was wonderful to see you, honey.” She stroked my cheek. “I love you.” Then she walked out of the house.
I kept seeing the sad look in Mom’s eyes when I refused to hug her. “Go back”. A voice I’d never heard before filled my thoughts. “Go back and tell your mother you love her. Let her put her arms around you.” I had to see her again before she left!
I ran out, the door slamming behind me, and raced through the woods. Near the end of the pail I spotted my parents. “Mum, wait!” I called. She turned, a great big smile breaking across her face.
This time when she opened her arms I rushed right into them. We held each other tightly. “I’m so sorry. Mom, I love you!” I cried, not caring what anyone else thought. The strength of her embrace told me she understood.
If I hadn’t made things right with Mom that day, I never would have able to. She died in a car accident on the way home. God gave me the chance to feel my mother’s warmth and loving touch, which helped me go through the period of the loss of mom.
David E. Philips