A poem that begins with a letter

The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but an inch of grass has won much love. -

Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer.

On one occasion, I ~ ~ ~ (I won't help you write, but write something you know about maternal love in the middle, or something I have experienced personally. )

How can this story (mom's love story/what mom did for me) not move me? It was my mother who gave me life; It was mother who watered me with sweat. My mother was the first teacher in my life.

I love my mother.

Hope to adopt!