以吻封缄
2002年的时候买过一张手工制作的贺卡：“What Is a Son?”，是给做父母的人的，准确一点说，该是送给一位母亲的。当时我孤身在英伦，常常思念家乡的一位朋友，之前与她坐过同桌，分享过彼此青春中的快乐与感伤。婚后，她的生活很美满，接着生了个男孩子，做母亲之后，她与我的联络很少。当我的记忆中关于高中生活的片断在眼前闪现的时候，我常常记起她；想念她的时候，我会去逛商店，买一些自以为她喜欢的礼物，这些礼物，有的寄给她了，有的我留下了。那张贺卡就被我留下了。
那贺卡的封面是幅轮廓不清的淡淡水彩，几枝竹叶。翻开，淡绿色的底子，略斜黑色的英文，字体隽秀。
“A son is a warm spot in your heart and a smile on your lips.”
儿子是你心头的一颗朱砂痣，是你唇间的一抹微笑。因了这句开头，喜欢。后面的文字也好，一并录下来。
In the beginning, he is charmingly innocent, putting his complete trust in you. He comes to you for a hand to hold and for the security only your arms can provide. He shares his tales of adventure and knows how proud you are of his discoveries and accomplishments. All his problems can be solved by a hug and a kiss from you, and the bond you share is so strong it is almost tangible.
Time passes, and your innocent little boy starts to test his limits. He lets go of your hand to race into the midst of life without thinking ahead or looking both ways. His problems have grown along with him, and he has learned that you can’t always make his life better or kiss his troubles away.
He spends much of his time away from you, and though you long for the closeness you once shared, he chooses independence and privacy. Discoveries and accomplishments aren’t as easy to come by now, and sometimes he wonders about his worth.
But you know the worth of that young man. He is your past and your future. He is hopes and dreams that have made it through each and every disappointment and failure.
In your heart, your son is precious and treasured. Together, you struggled through the years trying to find the right amount of independence for each new stage of his life, until finally; you had to learn to let him go.
Now you put your trust in him, leaving that son whom you hold so dear totally in his own care. You hope he always remembers that you have a hand for him to hold and arms to provide comfort or support.
Most of all you hope that he believes in himself as much as you believe in him, and that he knows how much you love him.
写这篇题记的时候，是2004年12月15日，那天恰好是我的宝贝来到世间一百天。初为人母，不知道该怎样记念一下，短短百日，欢乐与艰辛俱在，我觉得该动笔写一点关于天炀的东西；总有一天他会长大，会问：“妈妈，我小时候是什么样子的？”而人的记忆常常会骗人，我需要让他的童年清晰一些。我想有一天我会打印这些文字，再要一个信封，上面写：To My Son. 然后，以吻封缄。
写于2004年12月15日
那贺卡的封面是幅轮廓不清的淡淡水彩，几枝竹叶。翻开，淡绿色的底子，略斜黑色的英文，字体隽秀。
“A son is a warm spot in your heart and a smile on your lips.”
儿子是你心头的一颗朱砂痣，是你唇间的一抹微笑。因了这句开头，喜欢。后面的文字也好，一并录下来。
In the beginning, he is charmingly innocent, putting his complete trust in you. He comes to you for a hand to hold and for the security only your arms can provide. He shares his tales of adventure and knows how proud you are of his discoveries and accomplishments. All his problems can be solved by a hug and a kiss from you, and the bond you share is so strong it is almost tangible.
Time passes, and your innocent little boy starts to test his limits. He lets go of your hand to race into the midst of life without thinking ahead or looking both ways. His problems have grown along with him, and he has learned that you can’t always make his life better or kiss his troubles away.
He spends much of his time away from you, and though you long for the closeness you once shared, he chooses independence and privacy. Discoveries and accomplishments aren’t as easy to come by now, and sometimes he wonders about his worth.
But you know the worth of that young man. He is your past and your future. He is hopes and dreams that have made it through each and every disappointment and failure.
In your heart, your son is precious and treasured. Together, you struggled through the years trying to find the right amount of independence for each new stage of his life, until finally; you had to learn to let him go.
Now you put your trust in him, leaving that son whom you hold so dear totally in his own care. You hope he always remembers that you have a hand for him to hold and arms to provide comfort or support.
Most of all you hope that he believes in himself as much as you believe in him, and that he knows how much you love him.
写这篇题记的时候，是2004年12月15日，那天恰好是我的宝贝来到世间一百天。初为人母，不知道该怎样记念一下，短短百日，欢乐与艰辛俱在，我觉得该动笔写一点关于天炀的东西；总有一天他会长大，会问：“妈妈，我小时候是什么样子的？”而人的记忆常常会骗人，我需要让他的童年清晰一些。我想有一天我会打印这些文字，再要一个信封，上面写：To My Son. 然后，以吻封缄。
写于2004年12月15日
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