目录
Chapter 1The Essence of Motherly Love
母爱如细流绵延
For Moms／002
Who Gave Me the Ears／008
The Dress／012
Cost of Love／016
You’ll Never Regret It—the Essence of Motherly Love／020
Mother’s Hands／026
Every Woman Is Beautiful／030
Pray for My Mother／034
A Mother’s Eight Lies／038
写给所有的母亲们／002
是谁给了我耳朵／008
一件连衣裙／012
母爱无价／016
永不后悔——母爱的真谛／020
母亲的手／026
每个女人都美丽／030
为母亲祈祷／034
母亲的八个谎言／038
Chapter 2The Silent Love of Fathers
父爱在无言瞬间
Words From a Father／046
Twilight Time／054
Fathers Have a Unique Job／064
The Silent Love of a Father／068
A Legacy of Love／074
Father’s Eyes／078
Love in Bloom／084
Happy Father’s Day, Dad／090
I’ll Always Be There for You／096
Silent Love From a Quiet Dad／102
爱在无语时／046
黄昏时分／054
父亲的职责无可替代／064
默默的父爱／068
爱的遗赠／074
父亲的双眸／078
爱如鲜花盛开／084
爸爸，父亲节快乐／090
我永远都在你身边／096
无言的父爱／102
Chapter 3Home Is One’s Castle
家是永远的港湾
The Paradox of Our Time／110
Go Back Home／114
Such Is Love, Plain Like Water／120
All You Remember／128
The Blanket／134
The Miracle of a Brother’s Song／140
A Box Full of Kisses／146
The Price of Miracle／150
A Father, a Son and an Answer／156
A Boy With a Mission／162
Affection／170
家的等式／110
回家／114
如水一般的爱／120
你所记得的一切／128
半床毛毯／134
哥哥歌唱的奇迹／140
装满吻的匣子／146
奇迹的价值／150
父亲、儿子与答案／156
一个男孩的使命／162
当一个人仰望天空／170
Chapter 4Romances of Sweet Hearts
爱因甜蜜而美丽
Love Is Just a Thread／178
Just Two for Breakfast／182
Men’s Romantic／186
Why We Love Who We Love／190
A Small Harbor of Reconnection／198
Roller Romance／202
Words From the Hearts／208
Distant Admirer／214
Love Without Measure／218
爱只是一根线／178
两个人的早餐／182
男人的浪漫／186
为什么我们爱上我们爱的人／190
让爱重温的小港湾／198
滚轴浪漫曲／202
说出心里话／208
遥望着你的爱慕者／214
爱的最大限度／218
Chapter 5Love Values for Its Twists and Turns
爱因艰难而珍贵
Where Love Lands／224
My One and Only／232
Appointment With Love／238
Late at Night／244
Love Is Difficult／248
A Moving Letter to My Wife／252
Salty Coffee／262
Never Say Goodbye／266
Love and Time／270
If It Comes Back／274
True Love／284
爱的港湾／224
我的唯一／232
爱的约会／238
爱情不关机／244
爱是艰难的／248
写给在天堂的妻子／252
咸咖啡／262
为爱不分手／266
爱情与时间／270
倘若鸟儿回还／274
真爱／284
Chapter 6Love Grows in Our Hearts
爱是最美的拥有
The Road to Happiness／290
Butterfly Kisses／296
Russell on Affection／300
Hanover Square／304
The Love Letter／312
Love Is More Thicker Than Forget／324
I Love You More Than Myself／328
The Other Woman in My Life／332
幸福之道／290
蝶吻／296
罗素论爱／300
追忆似水年华／304
迟到的情书／312
爱情比忘却厚／324
我爱你胜过爱自己／328
和生命中另一个女人约会／332
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■?写给所有的母亲们
For Moms
◎Cindy Lange-Kubick
【名 人 语 库】
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother. I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.~Abraham Lincoln
我的所有成就和一切梦想，都应归功于我那天使般的母亲。我记得母亲的那些祷告，它们一直伴随着我，而且已经陪伴了我一生。——亚伯拉罕?林肯
This is for all the mothers who didn’t win Mother of the Year last year, all the runners-up and all the wannabes , including the mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games on Friday night, instead of watching from cars. So that when their kids asked, “Did you see my goal?” They could say, “Of course, wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, “It’s OK, honey, Mommy’s here.”
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see, and the mothers who took those babies and made them homes.
This is for all the mothers of the victims of school shootings, and the mothers of the murderers. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes, and all the mothers who don’t.
What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
Is it the ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
Is it the jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, as you bound from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, or a baby dying?
I think so.
So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies, and for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn’t.
This is for reading “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year and then reading it again. “Just one more time.”
This is for all the mothers who mess up, who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who bite their lips—sometimes until they bleed—when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won’t stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children’s graves.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.
This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches, assuring them they’d be just fine once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick them up, right away.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation, and mature mothers learning to let go.
This is for working mothers and stay-at-home mothers, single mothers and married mothers, mothers with money, and mothers without.
This is for you all. So hang in there!
这是写给所有在去年没能获得“年度母亲”的妈妈们，所有的亚军和希望超越她们的人，还包括那些太劳累而没能参加，或是太忙碌而无暇顾及的母亲们。
这是写给所有会在周五晚上到露天球场观看足球赛的母亲们，她们会坐在冰冷的看台上，而不是从汽车里面观看。这样，当她们的孩子问：“你看到我得分了吗？”她们就能回答：“当然，我怎么会错过你的比赛啊。”事实确实是这样。
这是写给所有在整晚抱紧生病的孩子的母亲们——她们擦掉那些掺着香肠的呕吐物，并温柔地说：“好了，宝贝，妈妈在这儿。”
这是写给那些生下孩子后，却永远不能见孩子一面而逝去的母亲们。也送给那些收养了这些孩子，并给了他们一个家园的母亲们。
这是写给这些母亲的：她们的孩子成了学校枪击事件的受害者；她们是杀人犯的母亲；她们是幸存者的母亲；她们是坐在电视前心神不宁、满怀恐惧，孩子一放学安全回家就拥抱孩子的母亲们。
这是写给这些合伙使用汽车、会做饼干、缝制万圣节衣服的母亲们，也写给那些不做这些事情的母亲们。
怎样才算是一个好母亲？是耐心？同情？还是博大的胸怀？
是同时具有照顾孩子、做饭，并在衬衫上钉纽扣的能力？还是拥有充满挚爱的心？
是你看着儿子或女儿消失在街头，第一次走进校园时的那种失落吗？
是你从梦中惊醒，在凌晨两点从床上跳起来，走到婴儿床边，轻拍熟睡的宝贝时的那种震撼吗？
还是不论身在何处，只要听到有关校园枪击案、火灾、车祸，或者有孩子死亡的消息时，想要拥抱自己孩子的那种渴望？
我想是这样。
因此，这是写给所有的母亲们。她们抱着孩子坐下，解释关于怀孕的一切；这也是写给那些心有余而力不足的母亲们。
这是写给坚持一年中的每个晚上都要读两遍《晚安，月亮》，之后却又说“再来一遍”的母亲们。
这是写给所有心情糟糕的母亲们。她们在杂货店里责骂她们的孩子，朝死里打他们，甚至像一个想在饭前吃根冰激凌的两岁小孩一样，气得跺脚。
这是写给所有这样的母亲，她们在女儿开始上学前就教会孩子系鞋带。还有那些选择维可牢尼龙搭扣而不是鞋带的母亲。
这是写给这些母亲们，她们看见自己14岁的孩子把头发染成绿色，会气得把嘴唇咬出血。当孩子不停哭喊的时候，她们会绝望地把自己锁在浴室里。
这是写给这些母亲，她们上班的时候，头发上有唾液，上衣上有奶渍，包里有小孩尿布。
这是写给这样的母亲，她们教儿子做饭，教女儿跳投篮球。
这是写给这样的母亲，当她们在拥挤的人群里听到一个很小的声音叫“妈妈”，就会马上转过头来，即使她们知道孩子在家里。
这是写给那些在孩子的墓前放上风车和泰迪熊的母亲们。
这是写给那些母亲，她们的孩子误入歧途，她们又不能找到合适的话来教导他们。
这是写给这样的母亲们，她们把胃痛的儿子送到学校，而且还对孩子保证说一到学校就会好，结果却从学校护士那里接到电话，一小时后又要求她们立刻接回孩子。
这是写给年轻母亲的。她们忙于给孩子换尿布，几乎被剥夺了所有的睡眠时间。而成熟的母亲学着放任他们。
这是写给所有工作的母亲与全职妈妈，单身的母亲与已婚的母亲，有钱的母亲与没钱的母亲的。
就这些，到此止笔！
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