其实,我想说的,只是重复如下一段话:

Your Children are not Your Children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in  the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

如此而已。

我自己活了一辈子,已经很好了。我的孩子应该是她自己,不是我的翻版,不是我的希望。我对她的希望,只有两个词:自由,快乐。好吧,应该再加上一个词:独立。

however,现阶段,笑,她还得听我的,按时作息,好好吃饭,不能半夜不睡蹦跶,然后美其名曰:自由,快乐,独立。

我美其名曰的说,这些都是为了她将来能自由快乐,独立。是吧?

嘻嘻。

对了,还不许在爸爸批评的时候嬉皮笑脸,企图蒙混过关。哼。