优秀散文赏析：为母亲祈祷
Dear God,Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed
away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated
their mothers until it was too late to tell them.
I am blessed with the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more
each day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I
realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak
these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the
love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For
running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a
college student who knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter
realizes her mother really is?
How does a grown woman thank for a mother for continuing to be a mother?
For being ready with advice(when asked ) or remaining silent when it is most
appreciated? For not saying:”I told you so”, when she could have uttered these
words dozens of times? For being essentially herself—loving, thoughtful,
patient, and forgiving?
I don’t know how, dear God, except to bless her as richly as she deserves
and to help me live up to the example she has set. I pray that I will look as
good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.
A daughter
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