Contest entry from the Marketing Department - theme: Mother.- Second Frize

A touching and meaningful article that stood out in the contest from the Marketing Department with a few votes less than the first prize. Let's read this confession to my mother again!

My mother and I are two opposite poles. In marriage and family, when raising children, my father and mother will play the role of an angel and a devil. My mother plays the villain in my childhood story. Gradually, when I grew up and reached puberty, I could understand my mother's love, but there was a distance between us. When I was in school, I often heard my friends say that they always told their mothers about things that happened in class, even the smallest things. At that time, I was really surprised, I wondered why people could tell such things to their mothers. As for me, I couldn't and because of that, my world grew bigger and bigger and couldn't fit in with my mother. We often had conflicts, I know my mother wanted to understand, she wanted to be close to her daughter, but her ego and the way she expressed herself made her angry with me. I can understand, that to be a mother, she was once me, she went through my foolish age to be a woman, a mother, a good wife. My mother felt that my problems were so small, there were thousands of other things in this life that she would have to go through. But for my immature mind and short life, that matter was so big and important. So I did not submit to my mother, I felt that she did not understand me, was being imposed and oppressed.

Then I grew up, I went to high school and university. My mother could not keep up with me in terms of knowledge anymore. I remember my mother giving me advice on a certain issue, but I did not patiently explain to her. So she told me in tears.

I was startled to realize that I was such an ungrateful person. Maybe my mother will not be a close friend, someone who is always there to say gentle and soft words of comfort. My mother is a housewife, she spent her youth, her whole life to give the best to her child, not letting him lose out to others. Although love is not expressed through words, in daily life, I am my mother's little princess. But I made my mother sad, she must have felt inferior to me before her immense kindness.

After a period of time when I started working, I suddenly felt surprised, with the question of why my mother could raise me, take care of me, and send me to school until now? While I could not earn enough to make ends meet. At this time, I seemed to understand my mother more, the more I understood, the more I loved my mother, the more I knew what I had missed before.

No matter how vast my child's world is, how many new things there are, how many bright colors there are, my mother's world will always be her child. I hope that whoever reads this will treat adults, especially their mothers, with patience and gentleness. "I hope that you will always be healthy and always be my solid home. A place where every time I return, I can say to you, Mom, I'm home. I love you."