中國網(wǎng)站品牌欄目（頻道）
By Yemisrach Kifle
My 4-year-old son is trying to fly his self-constructed paper airplane by repeatedly heaving[1] it up into the air. I am half paying attention to his frustration as I try to get ready for work. Our mornings have been chaotic[2] this past month. I never get up early enough to face the day at a leisurely pace. He never wants to go to school.
“Mama,” he calls me with exasperation[3]. “I need some control!”
My son’s plane keeps crashing on the living-room floor as soon as he throws it up in the air.
“Really?” I ask, feigning interest as I fish out his school clothes from under a pile of blankets.[4] I want to keep him in a good mood. Whine-free minutes are most precious in these rushed mornings.[5]
“Yes, Mama. Can you buy me some control?” he asks.
I stop and look at him. He has dried oatmeal around his mouth, lint in his brown curly hair,[6] and a frown on his forehead. I don’t know what he is talking about.
“I need it to control things – like my airplane,” he explains, seeing that he has finally won my attention.
I smile. He wants a remote control for his paper airplane. I don’t correct his vocabulary. Frankly, I like the idea of being able to purchase control. I could actually use some right now to rein in my frustration over his daily refusal to go to school.
“How do you think I can buy you control?” I ask, as I pull a red-and-blue striped[7] long-sleeve T-shirt over his head. I hope he won’t notice I am preparing him for his yet-to-be-mentioned destination.
“With money,” he responds in his recently acquired I-know-everything voice. “But first,” he explains, “Babba has to buy money at his job. Then Babba gives you the money. Then, you buy control for me.”
For a brief second I am taken aback[8]. My son thinks his father is the only one who earns money in our household. I scramble to locate my soapbox[9], ready to deliver a gentle lecture but I hold off and ask more questions instead.
“So, what about Mama? Can Mama ‘buy’ money by herself?”
“No!” he exclaims[10], with a hint of exasperation back in his voice. “You go to school. Just like me.”
I laugh. Silly me! Indeed, I, too, have recently started going to school. I am teaching part time. The fact is, when it comes down to the day to day, so little in life is about some overarching ideology.[11] I am grateful mothering continues to teach me to take myself less seriously and I try not to struggle too much along the way. Perhaps someday in the future there would be a need for my son and I to discuss gender, partnerships, money, and the complicated role of mothers in society. For now, I am letting this potentially teachable moment pass and I am allowing his assumption to stand.
This morning, my son and I are both going to school, together—hand in hand. He is teaching me how to buy control. I am learning how not to lose it.
Vocabulary
1. heave: 扔，拋。
2. chaotic: 混亂的，一團糟的。
3. exasperation: 惱怒，激怒。
4. feign: 假裝；fish out: 捕魚似的搜尋出。
5. 在這些忙亂的早晨，沒有哀號聲的寥寥幾分鐘尤顯珍貴。
6. oatmeal: 燕麥片; lint: 棉絨。
7. red-and-blue striped: 紅藍條紋相間的。
8. take aback: 使吃驚，使嚇一跳。
9. scramble: 倉促行動；soapbox: 肥皂盒。
10. exclaim: 驚叫，大聲說。
11. day to day: 一天天地；overarching: 支配一切的。
（來源：英語學習雜志）
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