Mom knew it. “If you try hard 31 ,” she said, “you can do anything.”Once in the second grade, our teacher had each of us race across the monkey bars (攀爬架). When it was my turn, I 32 my head. Some kids 33 . I went home crying.After work the next afternoon, Mom 34 me back to the school playground.“Now, 35 up with your right arm,” she advised. She stood by 36 I practiced, and she 37 me when I made progress. I’ll never forget the 38 time I was crossing the bars. The kids were standing there with their mouths open.
It was the way with everything. When I 39 or I can’t handle (处理) things, I see Mom’s smile again. She had the heart to 40 anything. And she taught me I could, too.
