Well,when someone mentions mother, knitting, nagging, cooking and hugs are the first few thoughts that come in your mind. But, when somebody mentions mother, I think a whole lot differently. All my negative feelings are drawn completely out of my mind, only letting positive thoughts remain. Unconditional love, that's what they call it. To me, her love is exactly like that, but even better, and if I ever find a way to describe her, I would make that word one of the top words in my vocabulary. With that,I conclude that my mother is the number one hero in the universe, pushing past Wonderwoman,Superman,Spiderman and anyother hero for that matter, with my sister and I in her arms.
My mother thaught me almost everything I know now. How to swim, walk, brush my teeth and most importantly, believe in myself. Sure, we had some bad moments but I try to ressolve it, making sure none of my past mistakes ever gets between my mother and I. Though I do not have a PSP, a skateboard or even digital cable television, I fell that my mother's love is all I need neccessary to live- just like a turtle and its shell. I owe my mother alot just for that. As a single mother at the age of forty-one, i guess she has suffered enough, raising my sister and I up till today. To think that she would give me up one day, tired of nagging and loving, is impossible to even think of. I think myself as the most luckiest person on Earth, to have a mother who believes in whatever you do no matter what. I cannot even repay what I owe her with my life, even if I wanted to because her love is worth way more than that.
The walls of my room may be painted beige- a dull colour, but when my mother enters, my whole room seems to be painted purple, my favourite colour, with heart-shaped patterns.When she enters, I do not just see a pretty face, I feel her love,as well. Her nagging,too, does not make me feel malancholy or sorrowful,but it makes me motivated to do more,for what she is saying is not for my friends or for her. It is for me. It is like I am on a mission with a reason, and she is my reason. I am happy she is on my side for I know she will always be there for me no matter what.
My mother also works very hard for my sister and my education. I can tell that she is tired everyday,as it is common among working parents to be.Nevertheless, she still sacrifices her sleeping time to coach me in the areas I am weak in.
Sometimes when I am rude to her, I really regret talking to her in that way, as I know she's worked hard to achieve the rank in my heart she deserves. It was never her fault at all.My mother also has cool ways to interact with me,like for example, making me laugh whenever I have a problem. I know it might seem wierd, but I think that technique to communicate with me is quite impressive, for an old-fashioned thinker.
Unlike my friends, my mother worries if I'm okay, not why I was absent from school.My friends are great,too,but I feel that my mother warms my heart more than anyone in my life. I am not afraid to boast about my mother because I know I should be proud, standing up tall to anyone who talks about her in an insulting manner.She made me who I am now. Noone in the whole world would take a special place in my heart like my mother did. No matter how much anyone even attempts to oppose my mother, the facts are still lain down straight for everyone to see: My mother, the hero.
by Noraine!