简单的文字却不乏具有深度的思想，每次燕姿的blog都要翻来覆去读了好几遍，因为深邃的思想需要一点点去体会。也想要好好感受燕姿的幸福，读到好几处楼主都红了眼眶，被燕姿对儿子暖暖的爱感动了。我曾经幻想了无数个场景当妈妈的燕姿是怎样的？可是才发现她其实也是最普通的那一种，简单又伟大！！（下面搬运苹果老师的翻译，请大家暂时别插楼厚）
Dear all,
As I had promised eons ago, here is a new blog entry.
I know I haven't been doing this for a long time, and more so
since I've had a big sunshine (or meteor depending on which day you
ask) appear in my life.
Being a mum, I usually click on the multiple articles that gives
you some insight to tell you what parenting means. I read it to
maintain some sanity while I make a bolt for the next job overseas.
Sometimes it informs you on the demise of your individuality (which
I am hard pressed to deny), sometimes they tell you what is the
best way to raise a child (most of which I am finally ignoring) and
the best ones are usually the ones that say it's ok.
I too would like to say it's ok. Ahem.
It's ok to have toys lying around (as I type this out with a
Thomas, a magna doodle plus a launch pad lying nearby), it's ok to
feed your kid a chocolate biscuit (you just have to pay for it when
he goes int o hyper mode), it's ok to not have a change of clothes
when he has juice down his t-shirt (use a wet wipe or tissue or
just wait for it to dry because you SIMPLY HAVE NONE OF THE ABOVE),
it's ok when you simply lose it and shout at him (you then
apologize like any reasonable adult does).
I think it's ok when you can't keep up or keep it in or keep
breathing. After all, it happens to all mothers.
Then there are these other things that are also supposed to be
ok.
It's ok that some Didi pushed him to the ground and nobody was
there to intervene. It's ok that he needs air conditioning to sleep
because we can afford it. It's ok that I had to leave for work
while he had a bout of sniffles and fever. It's ok that teachers
will teach him about bad people before teaching him about
circumstances.
These issues when viewed collectively seem unrelated or even the
least of most people's worries. But in my opinion, they give a
preview of the spectrum of how the world works. He will experience
and learn unfairness, inequality, practicality over dreams (as it
means today), and eventually, hopefully, he would determine a
truthful and decent way to live.
I type these little fears as time makes a man out of my boy. As
I noticed his baby fat slowly leaving his cheeks, I treasure every
hug (even if I had to remind him), every giggle and every 'Mama can
you sleep with me?' requests. I also treasure every tantrum and
that the different outcomes whether it be giving in or not budging,
is out of love for meeting his desires or a lesson learnt.
As I had promised eons ago, here is a new blog entry.
I know I haven't been doing this for a long time, and more so
since I've had a big sunshine (or meteor depending on which day you
ask) appear in my life.
Being a mum, I usually click on the multiple articles that gives
you some insight to tell you what parenting means. I read it to
maintain some sanity while I make a bolt for the next job overseas.
Sometimes it informs you on the demise of your individuality (which
I am hard pressed to deny), sometimes they tell you what is the
best way to raise a child (most of which I am finally ignoring) and
the best ones are usually the ones that say it's ok.
I too would like to say it's ok. Ahem.
It's ok to have toys lying around (as I type this out with a
Thomas, a magna doodle plus a launch pad lying nearby), it's ok to
feed your kid a chocolate biscuit (you just have to pay for it when
he goes int o hyper mode), it's ok to not have a change of clothes
when he has juice down his t-shirt (use a wet wipe or tissue or
just wait for it to dry because you SIMPLY HAVE NONE OF THE ABOVE),
it's ok when you simply lose it and shout at him (you then
apologize like any reasonable adult does).
I think it's ok when you can't keep up or keep it in or keep
breathing. After all, it happens to all mothers.
Then there are these other things that are also supposed to be
ok.
It's ok that some Didi pushed him to the ground and nobody was
there to intervene. It's ok that he needs air conditioning to sleep
because we can afford it. It's ok that I had to leave for work
while he had a bout of sniffles and fever. It's ok that teachers
will teach him about bad people before teaching him about
circumstances.
These issues when viewed collectively seem unrelated or even the
least of most people's worries. But in my opinion, they give a
preview of the spectrum of how the world works. He will experience
and learn unfairness, inequality, practicality over dreams (as it
means today), and eventually, hopefully, he would determine a
truthful and decent way to live.
I type these little fears as time makes a man out of my boy. As
I noticed his baby fat slowly leaving his cheeks, I treasure every
hug (even if I had to remind him), every giggle and every 'Mama can
you sleep with me?' requests. I also treasure every tantrum and
that the different outcomes whether it be giving in or not budging,
is out of love for meeting his desires or a lesson learnt.
SunYZ
sean
