小天使
孩子是父母眼中的天使。
正文
(大周末要出去玩兒，又不能上貼了，真抱歉！)
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by 冰溪
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Dance With My Father
Today, my husband was feeling ill, so while he was taking a rest, I took the kids with me to my volleyball practice.
I was listening to the radio on the way to the gym. Next thing I know, it was Luther Vandross’ “Dance with My Father”. The volume was low and it was noisy on the highway, but Olivia still caught it and immediately said: “Oh, mommy, turn it louder, this is my favorite song.”
I did and we both enjoyed this beautiful and heartfelt song.
After the song was over, Olivia told me that depending on her mood, she had 45 favorite songs and this one was on top of the list.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it reminds me of all the fun time I had with daddy.” She answered.
“Do you know?” I told Olivia, “Daddy used to dance with you all the time when you were a little baby, before you could even walk. He would hold you up against his chest and stretch out one of your arms and dance with the music and you would always smile or laugh when he did that, you just loved it. You know, daddy loves you very much.”
“I know, I love him too…and you.” She said, and then she second guessed: “So I was dancing with daddy before I could even walk? Haha...that is funny.” She laughed. The idea of being a baby and dancing in daddy’s chest must be amusing to her.
“Yes. Mommy made a lot of tapes of it over the years. You can watch them if you want.”
“Yes! Can I watch them? That would be awesome!” she exclaimed.
During the break between the games, I went to check on Olivia and Evan. She read me a note that she wrote to daddy.
“I love you, daddy. I hope you feel better.”
How sweet. I am sure daddy would love to see it.
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“Dance with My Father” is also a song that I will never forget. It makes my eyes welled up with tears almost every time I listen to it.
It reminds me of my father, who has been through so much hardship in his life, who has always lived a simple and frugal life and never enjoyed material things, who had worked so hard to support a family of three generations, who had been subjected to persecutions during the Cultural Revolution which permanently damaged his health, who had lived separately from his wife for almost half of his marriage because my mom could not obtain Beijing residency…
Yet I am so proud of him. He has always maintained his integrity as a human being even during the toughest times. He dedicated his entire life to teaching and research and achieved so much. His students are all over the world and I could tell how proud he was when he showed me the video clip of him and his colleagues being received by the prime minister at a National Science and Technology award ceremony.
One day a couple of years ago during my visit back home, I was surprised at first that he insisted on my keeping a CD of the video clip I mentioned above and a copy of his resume which was truly impressive. But then I realized that this is his pride of being a scholar his entire life. It is his legacy.
My father has never enjoyed the happiness of leisure. By the time he finally retired and got a chance to enjoy his life without the hassle, he was diagnosed with cancer. This was especially hard for me to take. I remember I cried myself to sleep the night after he broke the news to me during a walk. I thought about everything he went through and couldn’t help but think how unfair life has been to him, to the people of his generation.
Since he was diagnosed, I have brought the kids or entire family back every year to visit him. That is the least I can do- to let him enjoy some time with his child and his grandchildren whom he does not have the luxury to see often, even though it is only three weeks a year. The contented smile he had on this face at the dinner table, when we strolled together for a walk, when he played with my children meant so much to me, and to him I believe.
My father is a person who does not verbally expresses his love to others or expresses his feelings in general including his love to his children even though he does so more often now with my children. He had been very strict with me and my sister. He would spank us when we were little if we did something wrong especially for things like lying. And believe me, you don’t want to be spanked by my father. Even now, my heart still trembles with fear when I recalled those scenes when I was disciplined.
But I know he loves us (even though he never says it), especially during these years since I have been abroad and after I became a mother. I have been feeling closer and closer to him every time I went back to visit. I could feel his love from the tone he talks to me, the way he looks at me and my children, from his seemingly thoughtless pat on my shoulder or head, from his anxious voice on my answer machine when I forgot my routine weekly call…
I am sure my father had spun me around, lifted me up high and danced with me just like how my husband danced with Olivia when I was little. Unfortunately I don’t remember any of that. But I feel so lucky that I do have the memory, the only memory of me dancing with my father on my wedding day to cherish for the rest of my life.
My father flew all the way from China to give his daughter away to a family he had only met the day before the wedding, a family with a totally different background. He must have worried about me to death. He later told me that he couldn’t sleep the day before our wedding and our wedding night. He was overwhelmed by all sorts of emotions that they were too much for him to digest in such a short time.
Dancing with my father for the first time, I couldn’t say that I didn’t feel a little awkward at the beginning as we had never done that before. But then it went natural, as if we had always danced like that (he is a good dancer). I looked up into his eyes and I could see so much emotion inside them. I felt his happiness, I felt his worries, I felt the strong connection between us, and this picture of me dancing with my father under the rainbow of a beautiful fall sky was forever imprinted in my mind.
P.S. This is really not the place to write about me and my father, but I couldn’t help as this song just brings back so much memories and emotions about my father.
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by 冰溪
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Dance With My Father
Today, my husband was feeling ill, so while he was taking a rest, I took the kids with me to my volleyball practice.
I was listening to the radio on the way to the gym. Next thing I know, it was Luther Vandross’ “Dance with My Father”. The volume was low and it was noisy on the highway, but Olivia still caught it and immediately said: “Oh, mommy, turn it louder, this is my favorite song.”
I did and we both enjoyed this beautiful and heartfelt song.
After the song was over, Olivia told me that depending on her mood, she had 45 favorite songs and this one was on top of the list.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it reminds me of all the fun time I had with daddy.” She answered.
“Do you know?” I told Olivia, “Daddy used to dance with you all the time when you were a little baby, before you could even walk. He would hold you up against his chest and stretch out one of your arms and dance with the music and you would always smile or laugh when he did that, you just loved it. You know, daddy loves you very much.”
“I know, I love him too…and you.” She said, and then she second guessed: “So I was dancing with daddy before I could even walk? Haha...that is funny.” She laughed. The idea of being a baby and dancing in daddy’s chest must be amusing to her.
“Yes. Mommy made a lot of tapes of it over the years. You can watch them if you want.”
“Yes! Can I watch them? That would be awesome!” she exclaimed.
During the break between the games, I went to check on Olivia and Evan. She read me a note that she wrote to daddy.
“I love you, daddy. I hope you feel better.”
How sweet. I am sure daddy would love to see it.
===============================================================
“Dance with My Father” is also a song that I will never forget. It makes my eyes welled up with tears almost every time I listen to it.
It reminds me of my father, who has been through so much hardship in his life, who has always lived a simple and frugal life and never enjoyed material things, who had worked so hard to support a family of three generations, who had been subjected to persecutions during the Cultural Revolution which permanently damaged his health, who had lived separately from his wife for almost half of his marriage because my mom could not obtain Beijing residency…
Yet I am so proud of him. He has always maintained his integrity as a human being even during the toughest times. He dedicated his entire life to teaching and research and achieved so much. His students are all over the world and I could tell how proud he was when he showed me the video clip of him and his colleagues being received by the prime minister at a National Science and Technology award ceremony.
One day a couple of years ago during my visit back home, I was surprised at first that he insisted on my keeping a CD of the video clip I mentioned above and a copy of his resume which was truly impressive. But then I realized that this is his pride of being a scholar his entire life. It is his legacy.
My father has never enjoyed the happiness of leisure. By the time he finally retired and got a chance to enjoy his life without the hassle, he was diagnosed with cancer. This was especially hard for me to take. I remember I cried myself to sleep the night after he broke the news to me during a walk. I thought about everything he went through and couldn’t help but think how unfair life has been to him, to the people of his generation.
Since he was diagnosed, I have brought the kids or entire family back every year to visit him. That is the least I can do- to let him enjoy some time with his child and his grandchildren whom he does not have the luxury to see often, even though it is only three weeks a year. The contented smile he had on this face at the dinner table, when we strolled together for a walk, when he played with my children meant so much to me, and to him I believe.
My father is a person who does not verbally expresses his love to others or expresses his feelings in general including his love to his children even though he does so more often now with my children. He had been very strict with me and my sister. He would spank us when we were little if we did something wrong especially for things like lying. And believe me, you don’t want to be spanked by my father. Even now, my heart still trembles with fear when I recalled those scenes when I was disciplined.
But I know he loves us (even though he never says it), especially during these years since I have been abroad and after I became a mother. I have been feeling closer and closer to him every time I went back to visit. I could feel his love from the tone he talks to me, the way he looks at me and my children, from his seemingly thoughtless pat on my shoulder or head, from his anxious voice on my answer machine when I forgot my routine weekly call…
I am sure my father had spun me around, lifted me up high and danced with me just like how my husband danced with Olivia when I was little. Unfortunately I don’t remember any of that. But I feel so lucky that I do have the memory, the only memory of me dancing with my father on my wedding day to cherish for the rest of my life.
My father flew all the way from China to give his daughter away to a family he had only met the day before the wedding, a family with a totally different background. He must have worried about me to death. He later told me that he couldn’t sleep the day before our wedding and our wedding night. He was overwhelmed by all sorts of emotions that they were too much for him to digest in such a short time.
Dancing with my father for the first time, I couldn’t say that I didn’t feel a little awkward at the beginning as we had never done that before. But then it went natural, as if we had always danced like that (he is a good dancer). I looked up into his eyes and I could see so much emotion inside them. I felt his happiness, I felt his worries, I felt the strong connection between us, and this picture of me dancing with my father under the rainbow of a beautiful fall sky was forever imprinted in my mind.
P.S. This is really not the place to write about me and my father, but I couldn’t help as this song just brings back so much memories and emotions about my father.
評論
JennyMa
2006-06-30 13:48:28
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悄悄話
寫得真好。讚！
冰溪
2006-06-30 12:23:56
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悄悄話
謝謝! 注各位節日愉快!
黃顏
2006-06-30 06:43:43
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悄悄話
寫得好!
asalways
2006-06-29 22:06:44
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悄悄話
真感人。。。兩代父女情。
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