“媽媽,這是給你的禮物”。去年的母親節的禮拜後,兒子拿著母親節的禮物--一個透明的相框,密密麻麻的寫滿了歪歪斜斜的字。還沒有讀完,我的眼淚就刷刷的流。在一旁的女兒看見了,傷心地哭了起來:媽媽你喜歡哥哥的禮物多一些。她也有禮物給我,我沒有哭,是笑嘻嘻的親她。
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
女兒那裏能體會,我這個媽媽,看著從叛逆裏慢慢回家來的兒子,我發自內心的欣喜。我喜極而泣。這個禮物告訴我, 那個我需要把家裏的刀東藏西放的時代過去了。我一直想告訴兒子的小牧師,謝謝他用母親節的禮物給了我一個印證。
要摧毀一個人很容易,隻要不斷地打擊他可以了。要建立一個人,並不容易,光有愛心不夠,還需要技巧,需要時間,需要精力,更是需要全盤的接納。
這是一個無條件的接納帶來的走出黑暗走向光明的改變。每個人的進步還在繼續中。