My day began on a decidedly our(发酵的，刺耳的) note when I aw my ix-year-old wretling with a limb of my azalea(杜鹃花) buh. By the time I got outide, he'd broken it. "Can I take thi to chool today?" he aked. With a wave of my hand, I ent him off. I turned my back o he wouldn't ee the tear gathering in my eye. I loved that azalea buh. I touched the broken limb a if to ay ilently, "I'm orry."
I wihed I could have aid that to my huband earlier, but I'd been angry. The wahing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If he'd jut taken the time to fix it the night before when I aked him intead of playing checker with Jonathan. What are hi prioritie anyway? I wondered. I wa till mopping up the me when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "What' for breakfat, Mom?" I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I aid, watching the ide of hi mouth drop. "How about toat and jelly?" I meared the toat with jelly and et it in front of him. Why wa I o angry? I toed my huband' dihe into the udy(起泡沫的) water.
It wa day like thi that made me want to quit. I jut wanted to drive up to the mountain, hide in a cave, and never come out.
Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothe to the laundromat. I pent mot of the day wahing and drying clothe and thinking how love had diappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti(涂鸦) on the wall, I felt a wrung-out a the clothe left in the waher.[由www.haoZuowen.Com整理]
A I finihed hanging up the lat of my huband' hirt, I looked at the clock. 2:30. I wa late. Jonathan' cla let out at 2:15. I dumped the clothe in the back eat and hurriedly drove to the chool.
I wa out of breath by the time I knocked on the teacher' door and peered through the gla. With one finger, he motioned for me to wait. She aid omething to Jonathan and handed him and two other children crayon and a heet of paper.
What now? I thought, a he rutled through the door and took me aide. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan," he aid.
I prepared myelf for the wort. Nothing would have urpried me. "Did you know Jonathan brought flower to chool today?" he aked. I nodded, thinking about my favorite buh and trying to hide the hurt in my eye. I glanced at my on buily coloring a picture. Hi wavy hair wa too long and flopped jut beneath hi brow. He bruhed it away with the back of hi hand. Hi eye burt with blue a he admired hi handiwork(手工制品). "Let me tell you about yeterday," the teacher inited. "See that little girl?" I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall. I nodded.
"Well, yeterday he wa almot hyterical. Her mother and father are going through a naty divorce. She told me he didn't want to live, he wihed he could die. I watched that little girl bury her face in her hand and ay loud enough for the cla to hear, 'Nobody love me.' I did all I could to conole her, but it only eemed to make matter wore." "I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan," I aid.
"I do," he aid, touching the leeve of my bloue. "Today your on walked traight over to that child. I watched him hand her ome pretty pink flower and whiper, 'I love you.'"
I felt my heart well with pride for what my on had done. I miled at the teacher. "Thank you," I aid, reaching for Jonathan' hand, "you've made my day."
Later that evening, I began pulling weed from around my lopided azalea buh. A my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan howed the little girl, a biblical vere came to me: "...thee three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatet of thee i love." While my on had put love into practice, I had only felt anger.
I heard the familiar queak of my huband' brake a he pulled into the drive. I napped a mall limb britling with hot pink azalea off the buh. I felt the eed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me. My huband' eye widened in urprie a I handed him the flower. "I love you," I aid.