By+Joanne+Harris

从出生起，你就肆无忌惮地享受她对你的爱。在她的呵护下，你撒娇，任性，叛逆，成长，然后头也不回地飞向外面广阔的世界。你对她的事了解得越来越少，距离她的心也越来越远……可对她而言，你的出生带来的是难以形容的喜悦，你成长中的每一件事她都记得无比清晰。她为你付出了无尽的爱，不求回报，无怨无悔，还认为是你让她的生命更有意义。本文的作者就是这样一位母亲，她对自己的女儿永远怀着一份珍视和感恩的心情。假如你能通过本文了解一点母亲的心情，请一定要爱她、敬她，对她不离不弃。

Dear Anouchka，

You were born just as the sun rose on a beautiful June morning. I remember looking at you and thinking， How strange. Everything is different.

Sometimes， a single event turns out to change things so profoundly that it's hard to remember what things were like beforehand2）. Like the sun coming out unexpectedly， you made everything look different. Everything was new again， because I saw it through your eyes. Everything had to be named again， experienced as if for the first time. And you were alert3） from the very first. You'd only been born for a few hours， and I'd held you next to a vase of sweet peas so that you could catch their scent. I've always been very aware of scents， and I wondered if it was the same for you. It was—you opened your mouth and—Oof！ Suddenly you had a mouthful of sweet peas， and I knew right then that you were going to be someone who took life and shook it and tasted it and enjoyed it to the full4）.

And you were： as you grew up， you just got more and more fun. Postcards， snapshots out of time： your first Christmas， you in a red snowsuit， indignant5） over your first fall of snow—so pretty， but why did it have to be so cold？

At 2 years old， with a birthday cake made almost entirely of fruit， which was what you liked most in the world， as if you might have been some kind of hybrid6） lemur7）-child， existing on fruit and sunlight.

At 3， by the seaside and marching intrepidly8） into the Atlantic until you were completely submerged， with only the tip of your ponytail9） bobbing10） above the water.

At 4， with your invisible friends， born from who-knows-where and moving in with us for years—a little boy called Twenghi-Bombi and a rabbit called Pantoufle.

At 5， beginning school and causing chaos in your class by distributing invisible rabbits to all （Pantoufle had found a friend， and bred）.

At 6， as a fairy in a sparkly white dress and wings， which you insisted on teaming with a plastic breastplate11） and a sword—because， as you said， princesses kick ass12）.

Learning to ride a pony and walking with me to the little riding-school at the far edge of the village， talking non-stop， telling stories.

Eight years old， with dungarees13） and long plaits14）， playing with your cats in the garden.endprint

At 9， as a special birthday treat， meeting Harry Potter on the set of the movie， a visit that left you uncharacteristically15） speechless for hours， and scored me enough Cool Parent points to make up for a dozen missed birthdays.

亲爱的阿努什卡：

在6月一个美丽的清晨，你伴随着初升的朝阳呱呱落地。记得当时我看着你，心想：多么奇怪啊！一切都不一样了。

有时，单单一件事的发生最终都会给我们的生活带来翻天覆地的变化，以至于我们很难记起之前的生活是什么样子。而你就像那不期而至的太阳，让一切看起来都变得不同以往。每样事物都重新焕发出新意，因为这次我是通过你的眼睛来看的。每样事物都得被重新认识、重新经历，就好像是初次接触一样。而你从一开始就表现得很机敏。你出生刚几个小时，我就抱着你凑近一瓶甜豌豆，好让你闻闻甜豌豆的香味。我一直对气味非常敏感，因此我想知道你是否也和我一样。还真是如此——你张开嘴，然后——哎哟！你突然就含了一嘴的甜豌豆。就在那一刻，我知道你将会是一个接受生活、改变生活、品味生活、尽情享受生活的人。