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Watching Me Go 赤子情深 　　大人们不理解小孩子，他们总是认为孩子太小了，他们小小的脑袋里装不下什么东西，他们小小的心灵里也不会有太多的想法。但是只要大人们仔细观察，就会发现孩子们的“小”中承载着大人们难以想象的深情。 My son Brendan cried his first day of school. Even Mrs. Phillips, a kind, soft-spoken master of the six-year-old mind, could not coax him to a seat. His eyes streamed, his nose ran and he clung to me like a snail on a strawberry. I plucked him off and escaped. 我儿子布兰登第一天上学哭了，甚至连那位在六岁儿童心目中和蔼可亲、声音柔和的菲利普斯老师也不能把他劝诱到座位上去。他泪流满面，鼻子抽搭着，紧紧抓住我，就象蜗牛附着在草莓上一样。我猛力地把他扯开，逃走了。 It wasnt that Brendan didnt like school. He just didnt like being apart from me. Wed had some good times, he and I, in those preschool years. We played at the pool. We skated on quiet morning ice. We sampled half the treat tray at weekly neighborhood coffee parties. Now in Grade 1, Brendan was faced with five hours of wondering what I was doing with my day. 倒不是布兰登不喜欢上学，他只是不想和我分开。我们，他与我，在他上学之前有过一些快乐时光。我们在游泳池嬉戏，在安静的早晨滑冰，我们也曾把街坊举办的每周一次的咖啡派对上馈赠盘中的食物吃掉了一半。而现在上一年级了，布兰登每天有五小时要琢磨我在干什么。 Brendan always came home for lunch, the only one of his class not to eat at his desk. But once home, fed and hugged, a far-away look of longing would crease his gentle brow—he wanted to go back to school to play! So I walked him back, waited with him until he spotted someone he knew, then left. He told me once that he watched me until he couldnt see me anymore, so I always walked fast and never looked back. 布兰登总是回家吃午饭，他是班上唯一不再教室里吃午饭的学生。可是一旦到了家，吃饱了，也拥抱过我了，他的眉毛就会轻轻地皱起来，脸上露出向往的神色--他想回学校去玩！于是我就走着送他回去，等他看到了认识的人再离开。有一次他告诉我，他会一直目送我，直到看不见为止，于是我便总是走得很快，从不回头。 One day when I took Brendan back after lunch, he spied a friend, kissed me goodbye, and scampered right off. I went, feeling pleased for him, celebrating his new independence, his entry into the first-grade social loop. Then—I didnt know why—I glanced back. And there he was. The playground buzzed all around him, kids everywhere, and he stood, his chin tucked close, his body held small, his face intent but not sad, blowing me kisses. So brave, so u