8岁的儿子,聪明活泼,能吃能睡,就是不长个也不长肉,又瘦又小,是同学中的“小弟弟”。“放飞”并非我心甘情愿,实在是一念之差。半年前的一天,儿子不知受了什么启示冷不丁冒出一句:“妈,你应该培养我独立能力。”“独立能力?”我略一思索,也心血来潮,甩出了句:“那明天英语补习你自己去吧。坐公共汽车三站,下车就到。你敢不敢?”“敢!”儿子高兴得直蹦高。于是便有了这第一回。星期日,早8点。我目送着儿子瘦小的身影渐渐远去,心却像被什么东西吊了起来,死活不落地。老 8-year-old son, smart and lively, eat and sleep, that is, not long or not long meat, thin and small, is the classmate’s “little brother.” “Flying ” is not my wish, it is a miss. One day six months ago, my son did not know what inspired Lengbutan emerge: “Mom, you should cultivate my independent ability. ” “Independent ability? ” I think a little, but also whim, throw out the sentence: “Tomorrow English tutoring yourself go. Take the bus three stops, get off on. Do you dare? ” “Dare!” So there will be this first time. Sunday, 8 am. I watched his son thin figure fading away, the heart was like what was hanging up, life and death do not fall. old