“妈妈,这是给你的礼物”。去年的母亲节的礼拜后,儿子拿着母亲节的礼物--一个透明的相框,密密麻麻的写满了歪歪斜斜的字。还没有读完,我的眼泪就刷刷的流。在一旁的女儿看见了,伤心地哭了起来:妈妈你喜欢哥哥的礼物多一些。她也有礼物给我,我没有哭,是笑嘻嘻的亲她。
Mom,
I knew that we haven’t had the best relationship. We argue, I bike off to blow
off steam, and everyone gets upset. You yell at me for things that aren’t alone
my fault, and I yell at you that aren’t always your fault. …. Our family has
had its moments: trip to California and China, parties with church groups, and
going out for dinner. Through all the goods and bads, you were there. I’ve seen
other moms’; quite frankly, I would rather have no other, even when my mouth
says different. I guess what I want to say is: YOU’RE MY MOM, and
I love you!
XXX
女儿那里能体会,我这个妈妈,看着从叛逆里慢慢回家来的儿子,我发自内心的欣喜。我喜极而泣。这个礼物告诉我, 那个我需要把家里的刀东藏西放的时代过去了。我一直想告诉儿子的小牧师,谢谢他用母亲节的礼物给了我一个印证。
要摧毁一个人很容易,只要不断地打击他可以了。要建立一个人,并不容易,光有爱心不够,还需要技巧,需要时间,需要精力,更是需要全盘的接纳。
这是一个无条件的接纳带来的走出黑暗走向光明的改变。每个人的进步还在继续中。