DearGod,
亲爱的上帝：
Nowthat I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. Ihave heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated theirmothers until it was too late to tell them.
如今我已不再年轻，一些朋友的.母亲已经去世了。我曾听这些子女们说过，他们从没有向母亲充分表示过他们的感激之情，而待到要告诉时为时已晚了。
Iam blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more eachday. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I realizewhat an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak thesewords in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
幸运的是，我亲爱的母亲依然健在。我对她的感情与日俱增。母亲没有变，而我却变了。随着年岁的增长，我越来越懂事了，我认识到她是个非常了不起的人。这些话在她面前我难以启齿，但在笔下却可以轻易地写出来，这令我感到多么难过。
Howdoes a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patienceand just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after atoddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college studentwho knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes hermother really is?
学识谷
