Mr. Jin said: "There is nothing that can replace parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled and incomparable. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mother gave birth to me when I was 23 years old. When I came into this world, my mother went through all kinds of hardships and selflessly nurtured me to grow up healthily. In my heart, the warmest and tenderest place is not in the warm quilt, but in my mother's arms, because no matter the wind, rain or ups and downs, my mother's arms are my haven and the sustenance of my soul.
In the process of children's growth, some unsatisfactory things will inevitably happen. As a mother, you will definitely educate your children and even use force. This happened to me too.
I remember that when I was a child, my mother would never take action because I did not do well in the exam. No matter how hard my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid of catching the trace of disappointment in my mother’s eyes, so I met her several times. When I didn't perform well in the exam, I wanted to hide the test papers secretly, and secretly made up my mind: "I will definitely not be like this next time!" Whenever my mother asked me where the papers for the recent exam were, I blushed and said: "Still... …I haven’t posted it yet.”
Once my mother was cleaning up the table and accidentally opened the drawer, and my “secret” was revealed. She picked it up, looked at it, and asked me in surprise: “When is this? "This... this..." I blushed and stuttered. After hearing this, my mother didn’t hesitate at all. She angrily picked up the broom and hit me. My mother scolded me every time she spanked me. As she spanked, she said, "It's the mother's fault if you don't teach me. When did you learn to lie? Do you think I ever spanked you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you are not only Hiding the papers and lying to my mother!" I cried more and more, and my mother burst into tears, but her hands didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying. My mother looked at the broom and then at me, with tears streaming down her face, which hit her body and hurt her heart. I think I really made my mother sad this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my mother was applying medicine to my wound. Through the light, I also saw my mother's eyes, filled with crystal tears...
After this incident, I understood that lying is wrong and that lying will cost you a lot. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I understand that everything my mother does to me is for my own good. When my mother beats me, it is not abuse, but a kind of love for me. This kind of love can only be found in family relationships. I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their children is never-ending.
My mother is usually so busy at work and already very tired, but she has no time to rest and has to worry about me. Once the test papers were handed out, I only scored over 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. She would stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works very seriously and is a typical "workaholic". Because my studies were declining, my mother actually put aside her work to help me improve my grades. I was touched by my mother! In the past two months, we worked hard together and passed all the subjects. Questions that we had been confused about before were answered one after another. We didn't stop until 12 o'clock every night. The unit test scores seemed to have gone up. Two days later, I ran home excitedly and got a double hundred! None of the minor subjects scored below 90 points. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my sudden improvement in academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what is the secret that can make my academic performance rise so fast? Mom laughed. In fact, there is no secret. It’s just hard work. My mother often told me when I failed: Failure is the mother of success, use your heart more and use your brain more. In fact, you are not stupid at all, on the contrary, you are very smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help my classmates, and respect the teacher. Because of my mother's teachings, I now work very seriously, which has enabled me to have many good "buddies" in school and become a student that the teacher likes. Now I am growing up slowly and gradually understand a lot of things and understand a lot of truths. Every time I tell my mother who I helped. Mom always smiled and nodded. I know she is cultivating me with great love.
Love is a mother’s lifelong career, and a mother’s care for her children is priceless. Mother's love is like the vast sea, allowing my little boat to swim in the sea and embracing everything about me. Although my mother is not a saint, she uses her simple and kind heart to guide me to be a strong person in study and life. Year after year, I inadvertently discovered the silver thread on my mother's head. When I looked carefully, I actually had some wrinkles on my forehead. My mother has been worried about me all these years. She has given me so much.
Mom, I love you! In my heart you are the best mother.