One day,my three-year-old granddaughter Emily fell from her bike when I was cooking in the kitchen.I ran to help her get up.When she saw the blood(血)on her knees,she started to cry.I took her in my arms,saying words of comfort(安慰)as I carried her into the house.
With much comfort,she let me wash and put ointment(药膏)on her knees.I kissed her and asked,"An better now sweetie?"
"No.Grandma.You must say the Mommy words."she said.I didn't know what she meant.Then she added,"You know,Grandma.Mommy says them to make me feel better."Emily took a deep breath(呼吸)and started to recite(吟诵),"A little kiss,a little hug.I give you these,with all my love…"
My mind raced and I remembered.They were the same words that I had recited to my children,my mother to me,and her mother to her.My grandmother had died when my mother was eight.There had been nothing left but her dear memories.When she became a mother herself,she passed on the lore of her other and the Mommy words.Hearing them now understood that although I had never met my grandmother,I did know her. We were mother -we were close at heart.
"Grandma,I am all better,"Emily said after she finished reciting.We kissed and hugged,and recited the Mommy words together.
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