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親愛的寶貝兒，祝你二十歲生日快樂----當媽媽慢慢翻開相冊選取照片給你做生日影頻時，記憶又把媽媽拉回到了二十年前。照片裏盈滿了回憶，把一扇扇多時沒有駐步的門窗都打開，喚醒了沉睡的點點滴滴，融化了媽媽的心。這種感覺哪裏是可以用語言文字表達的？
媽媽隻能用自己拙劣的文筆，梳理梳理那已逝去的歲月，雖然帶給媽媽的是皺紋和滄桑，但令人欣喜的是它帶給你的是一步步的成長。
原諒媽媽不善整理，有些照片已無從考證時間。
你小時候怎麽可以這麽可愛？那燦爛頑皮的笑容，看得媽媽心裏暖暖的，眼裏卻是感動感慨的淚；一晃我的兒子竟然二十歲了。
你是個很省心的孩子。隻有在你出生時，護士嫌你隻是哼哼不過癮，你被護士打屁股打哭以外，基本沒有你哭過的印象。你總是很安靜，很好帶，讓媽媽誤解為養孩子長大都是小菜一碟兒，很容易。所以媽媽很快忘了十月懷胎不能進食的痛苦，好了傷疤忘了疼，順天意地把弟弟帶到世上，才真正認識到一母生九子，九子各不同這句話的精髓。
你自己曾經孤單了三年，然後你有了一個最最親密的小玩伴，大概你也把他當成一個能哭能笑的小玩具：那個在他剛出生時你嫌他醜，很快就誠心誠意關愛的小弟弟。他大概是這個世界上可以陪伴你時間最長的人。
你適應角色轉化的速度很快，從獨生子的要霸占父母所有的愛，不要我們對弟弟多看一眼，到願意和爸爸媽媽一起共同把愛給弟弟。你像個小大人兒一樣在媽媽忙時哄著弟弟玩兒，坐在床上抱著他。。。。。。那時你才僅僅三歲。
你一直是個懂事乖巧的好孩子：宅心仁厚，溫和良善。沒印象你會對人不友好。別人對你的不友善你也不會回應，頗有點兒唾麵自幹的氣度。
媽媽不太會管你們學習，但帶著你們玩兒，卻是幹勁兒十足。從小到大，各種體育你都嚐試過：遊泳，籃球，橄欖球，足球。。。。。。那時還讓你學了網球，隻是你的時間安排太滿，實在沒有辦法再去上課。
七歲開始學琴，鋼琴學到中學。因為學校要求中學上一年藝術課，你個子大，所以你鍾愛大提琴。你是有天賦的，即使音樂不會成為職業，但願音樂能伴你一生，給你的生活增加更多色彩。
像所有的孩子一樣你貪玩兒，而媽媽對學習一向有一些歪理論，認為快樂更重要，又不太善於管你的學習，這就更助長了你的玩兒心。最後隻能是爸爸監督著你。你是個很聰明有天賦的孩子，隻是太貪玩兒。我們並不是一定要當虎爸虎媽，隻是不想你埋沒了自己的天賦。
也許多少年後回頭看，你可能會埋怨我們為什麽沒有好好推你，沒有讓你更好；或者埋怨我們有時對你太嚴厲。。。。。。隻想告訴你我們都很愛你，也許我們有時對你的教育並不得當，因為人生閱曆是個大學問，我們也一直在學習。說句被人都說爛的話：我們的初衷都是為你好。
二十歲啦，你的人生路要你自己走，我們會越來越放手，希望你努力認真做事兒，不要太懶散，埋沒了你的天分。
兒子，媽媽現在隻有一個問題：你都二十歲了，啥時學會拱白菜？
不管怎樣，你是我的親兒子，我永遠愛你，祝你二十歲生日快樂，幸福永遠！
My dear baby, I wish you a happy 20th birthday---- when mom slowlyflipped through our photo album to make the 20th birthday movie for you, the memory took mom back twentyyears. The photos are filled with memories. It is like opening doors or windows that have been closed for long time, waking me up gradually from a deep sleep.Mom's heart melted. How can this feeling even be expressed in words?
Mom can only use her own clumsy writing, grooming the times that have elapsed, although they have only brought mom the wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, but what’s gratifying is that it gives you a steady growth, one step at a time.
Forgive Mom for her poor organizing, the times of some photos have been difficult to trace back.
How could have you been such a cute kiddo? That brilliant mischievous smile, it warms mom’s heart, moved to tears full of emotion, sighing,my son is alreadytwenty years old.
Mom can only use her own clumsy writing, grooming the times that have elapsed, although they have only brought mom the wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, but what’s gratifying is that it gives you a steady growth, one step at a time.
Forgive Mom for her poor organizing, the times of some photos have been difficult to trace back.
How could have you been such a cute kiddo? That brilliant mischievous smile, it warms mom’s heart, moved to tears full of emotion, sighing,my son is alreadytwenty years old.
You are a child that gave me no worries. Even whenyou were born, the nurse thought youwere too quiet, humming softly to yourself. Other than when that nurse spanked you to make you cry, I have basically no impressions of you crying.You were always very quiet, very easy to take care of, so that mom wrongly assumed that raising children would be a piece of cake.Mom quickly forgotthe pain of 9 months of pregnancy, when it was impossible to even eat. Once on shore, one prays no more. Following the will of God, I brought your brother into the world, only to realize that when a mother has nine sons, each of the nine is different, that is essence of the saying. Just because you were easy to bring up doesn’t mean he was too.
You werealone for three years, but then you had the most intimate little playmate, probablyyou also considered him as a little toy that can laugh and cry. When hewas born, you thought he was too ugly, but soonyou became a sincerely caring olderbrother. He is probably the one person who will walk by your side longest in the world.
You adapted quickly and transformed from the role of the only son who occupies all the love of both parents,not letting us look at your brother more, to someone who willingly shared love with mom and dad for your brother. You were like a little adult, coaxing brother while mom was busy, sitting on the bed holding him. . . . . . At that timeyou were just three years old.
You adapted quickly and transformed from the role of the only son who occupies all the love of both parents,not letting us look at your brother more, to someone who willingly shared love with mom and dad for your brother. You were like a little adult, coaxing brother while mom was busy, sitting on the bed holding him. . . . . . At that timeyou were just three years old.
You have always been a sensible and well-behaved boy, a kind soul. I never had the impression you would mistreat someone. Even when others were unfriendly, you would still turn the other cheek.
Mom didn’t know how to get you to study, but enthusiastically drove youto play. From young to old, you have tried all kinds of sports: swimming, basketball, soccer, football. . . . . . At the time we also tried to get you to learn tennis, but your schedule was too full, there is no way to get to class.
Mom didn’t know how to get you to study, but enthusiastically drove youto play. From young to old, you have tried all kinds of sports: swimming, basketball, soccer, football. . . . . . At the time we also tried to get you to learn tennis, but your schedule was too full, there is no way to get to class.
At seven years old, you began learning piano up untilmiddle school. Because schools require at least on year of the arts, and because you were a big boy, so you cherished the cello. Youare gifted, even if the music does not become your career path, I hope the music can always be with you, add morecolor to your life.
Like all other kids, you love to play,but mom always had some crooked learning theory, that happinessis more important, but I wasn’t toogood at guiding your learning, which also encouraged your love of fun. In the end, it was only your father who could manage your studies. You are a verysmart and talented child, but you just loved to play. We didn’t necessarily want to be aTiger Dad and Tiger Mom; we just did not want you to bury your talent.
Like all other kids, you love to play,but mom always had some crooked learning theory, that happinessis more important, but I wasn’t toogood at guiding your learning, which also encouraged your love of fun. In the end, it was only your father who could manage your studies. You are a verysmart and talented child, but you just loved to play. We didn’t necessarily want to be aTiger Dad and Tiger Mom; we just did not want you to bury your talent.
Maybe a few years later, looking back, you mightgo on about why we did not push you, why we did not make you better; or complain about how we were sometimes too hard on you. . . . . . We just want to tell you that we all love you, perhaps sometimes our guidance was not right for you, because life experience is a great source of knowledge, we have been learning. A phrase that’s been said all too often: Our intention is for your own good.
Twenty years old now, your path in life is way you want itto go. We will let go more and more. I hope you seriously exert yourself, do not be too lethargic, bury your talent.
Twenty years old now, your path in life is way you want itto go. We will let go more and more. I hope you seriously exert yourself, do not be too lethargic, bury your talent.
Son, nowmom has only one question: You are already twenty years old, when are you going learn how to wriggle the cabbage?
Anyway, you are my dearest son, I will always love you. I wish you a Happy Twentieth Birthday! Happy Forever!
Anyway, you are my dearest son, I will always love you. I wish you a Happy Twentieth Birthday! Happy Forever!
“你都二十歲了，啥時學會拱白菜？”“
“你都二十歲了，啥時學會拱白菜？”“
This writing has both Chinese and English versions. My little baby spent a lot of time to polish the English version. The music is which is very popular in China.