WRITING ABOUT MOTHER !!!
Writing about her ... it's something I never thought of, and never liked to write, although I can look like an amateur writer ....

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I do not know what to write about how that sentiment because I never clearly sensing her mother's love for me since I was born. I do not live with their parents for a long time. Exactly when I was five, I was transferred to be with her for very legitimate reasons "to go to school for near field", by the internal very far and no one shuttle. Although she is very injured and cared for me a lot. Every night, there she Ut teach, every morning a note sent to the school, including subjects taught tutor weak and even, until the year I graduated from high school, I still do not know how ironing. .. My only task is to study and learn, so I'm not allowed to go out, not socializing friends. The joy and eagerness I only really started on Saturday. That was the day I was three or grandfather on mother welcomed. But I was not really miss her, I prefer to go home because the inner cabinet has a garden, there are enough games that grandfather described the play, and the key is not yet chide her before. The first thing when I get home is run internally buzzing at Mother, mother hug ... and then before. Not because my mother's neglect, but because too much mother, mother to cook, wash clothes, to pigs, flooring bran ... there when she worked until dusk. In my tiny head, I do not understand why her mother so much, but the always long so the only way to help her mother (at the request of the mother) is going to play, do not bother. Then play until tired, run to the kitchen buzzing, she makes a cup of orange, the finished cake to run the next play.

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And so, until I got to college, I was able to ride alone in the cabinet, to visit his mother. So I allowed the cabinet, moves in with her mother. Needless to say I was glad to what extent, I eagerly collecting toys, do not wait until the weekend again, but go always in the afternoon. I have a private room, with a separate space is important and I were at her side. Speaking sounds sentimental, but in fact was to escape the strict management of the grandmother (forgot to say, since his grandfather died, she passed on to the girls, and parents in particular).

I had a small grocery store, every Saturday, I had the task to take, pricing and glass cabinets displaying wealth. Mother was busy with a mountain of work is not his name, three still painstakingly working, working. Each person a job, sometimes, parents also ask roughly how children's education, to pay or buy anything ... Live with mother, I somewhat understand the toil of his mother, perhaps the impact of mother's life did change, more feisty mother, irritability and shouting. Youth with the habit of self-love, kinky blow sky high, I reacted pretty harsh when scolding mother, mother in me was something that losses are troublesome, conservative and never listen or understand My idea. Until one day, a small thing, gave me another look at the mother.

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I finished half final exam, the result is quite good, the mood is manic part, I intend to tell you, but when he got home, I saw the lights do not open, even after 6 pm, also strange, normally this time mother took up the lamp, then cook. Looking around not see her, I and mother to take the field after sitting quietly in a corner, or I about.

- New mother came home, she's wrong?
- Yeah !! (Mother's eyes looked distant, watery)
- What is it mom?
- Three new mother of three said to cause trouble ... stupid mother ...

It was the first time in my life I heard the mother said. Parents difference level too, new mother completed grade five while three were senior political bachelor. Sometimes I want to share with three, three said subliminal too, so she did not understand and then gradually, three did not want to say any more, but everyone said that never has the phrase "say that does not go out, stupid."

That was the first time I felt how my love for her, and for the first time in my life angry father.

- I know her mother is not high school, so the mother tried so hard to give us children to go to school with people, do not have as mothers, were the people despise, and this morning the husband, the husband not despise me be ...

Then she slowly told me the mother that the hon bags since taking three, the quarrel was caused intense, angry mother took me away even vowed never to go back, but only because one of his grandfather saying that mother has changed, "the guide your children and the future it will be like? There are enough well educated as now not ??". Mother suffered fastidious grandmother, apathy of three just so I can be today. For a while I silently thanked her, the sacrifice of truth vỹ great mother, but a different view, I felt so spineless mother too, so your mother can endure so, she needs to have political opinions I had my true happiness but, before I move from love to anger, courage frankly with three saying "I do not like the mother of three said that, what is stupid is also born children , parenting education and wife of three ".

That year I was twenty years old.

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I married, had children and mother feel about switching to a different level, a different perspective. I do not like the song, but praise about her because I see it like a public matter, a merit retention cliché. For me, having children is fun, is the expectation of yourself, take care, love child is something obviously had nothing is to work. I have no point to ask for help when a baby is old, he does not intend to have children later it feed back. I hate the way extremely short-sighted to think that, and yet somehow, I abound around the modern man to keep the thought of outdated and backward so. This does not mean that I'm uncomfortable with the children care for their parents. It is evident between giving and taking. I like to see it more fun is the obligation and responsibility. Every time I bought my mother a gift, I feel happy and I think the recipient would also funny. Every time I ask her, I feel happy and I think, she will be happy like that. Just like when I buy a present for my daughter, it excited grin, I smiled. Like when I told him about miscellaneous, it quietly listen and comment Sign few sentences what cha eat, I found joy. Speaking what causality is to recognize that, while fun, we will receive the joy, when let go of suffering, we'll get back pain ....

I was thirty years old.

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Mother panting each breath, sat down on the floor.
Lau has little but tired too.
To little baby wipe
Well, you take care of your children go, she can buy very big crawfish, do something for him to eat, I find it sick already.
Where it sick sick in it high up, she saw this galaxy alone
No, it's real sick, so it's tiny hand. With it blackened, but it enjoyed Western dishes too, she did not know how to cook for him. Wait some addresses cook.

She remained so still complain, complain and say many things on heaven and on earth. Sometimes a mother interested quite dictatorial and militaristic, like "I say it is true that it is true," but no matter what type they also expressed concern for me has been the best thing, the most interesting thing - the perspective and way of thinking of her mother. In return, I accept and nodding in agreement seems, do not argue. Things when I was 20, even 30, I had no way of doing it. I understand and love you in a different way, not capital and, not to brag, not criticized. Mother simply need to listen ...

Now I'm almost forty.

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I write these lines, just to remember the important milestones time mothers in my life. Just to remember, I have a mother who is always concerned about me in a personal way without any mother can do.