DearGod,
親愛的上帝：
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.
如今我已不再年輕，一些朋友的.母親已經去世了。我曾聽這些子女們說過，他們從沒有向母親充分表示過他們的感激之情，而待到要告訴時為時已晚了。
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.
幸運的是，我親愛的母親依然健在。我對她的感情與日俱增。母親沒有變，而我卻變了。隨著年歲的增長，我越來越懂事了，我認識到她是個非常了不起的人。這些話在她面前我難以啟齒，但在筆下卻可以輕易地寫出來，這令我感到多麼難過。
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?
