I realized that his muscles just hadn’t been able to move with the emotion, which is all I ever really needed to know.
Not long ago, Matthew asked me, “sons can grow up to be their daddies, right? This was no small struggling for insight, and I was careful in my response. “No, I said, “sons can grow up to be like their daddies in some ways, but they can’t be their daddies. They must be themselves. Matthew would hear nothing of these subtleties.
“Sons can grow up to be their daddies! he said defiantly. “They can. I didn’t argue. It made me feel good.
All morning I am anxious. Matthew and I are about to leave Arizona for home, and I am determined to do something I have never done.
There is a time in every son’s life when he resents the echoes reminding him that, for all his vaunted individuality, he is his father’s son. But thee should also come a time – as it had for me – when these echoes call out only the understanding that the generations have melded and blurred without threat.
So just before my son and I walk through the gate and onto our plane, I lean over, hug my father and say, “I want you to know that I love you. That I always have.
父亲、儿子和我
(美)沃尔特•哈林顿
父亲还是我孩提记得的模样:脸色黑里透红,目光炯炯有神。一头浓发更使他仪表堂堂。不过,他现在比过去温和耐心多了。当初可不。也不知道是谁起了变化,是他还是我?
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