Elementary School Essay on Mother s Love My mother is a powerful person

Mondo Education Updated on 2024-02-23

My mom was not tall, but she was a real person. She is as gentle as a spring breeze and as warm as a summer rain. Sometimes, her gentleness is like a trickle, nourishing my heart; Sometimes, her temper was as fierce as a storm, which made me fear and respect.

Dad was busy with work and often worked late into the night, while Mom took on the responsibility of the family. She takes care of the housework and cooks delicious dishes. If there is a problem with the electrical appliances and furniture at home, she can always fix it quickly with her dexterous hands. Whenever I was tired from studying, my mother always prepared a hearty dinner for me, making me feel at home.

And her love for me is even more meticulous. No matter how tired she was, no matter how late she was, she would do my laundry and cook for me after I had a good night's sleep. Every morning, when I wake up, I can always see that my mother has prepared a hearty breakfast for me. Sometimes I ask her, "Mom, are you sleeping well?" Aren't you tired? She always stroked my head gently, smiled and said, "As long as you study hard, I will be satisfied and not tired at all." "Of course, mom also has a stern side. Whenever I made a mistake, she would criticize me harshly and make me realize my mistake. I remember one time when I didn't listen to advice and ran on a gravel road, I fell and broke my foot. My mother was very angry and scolded me so hard that she even hit me a few times. But I know that her hand, although it looks hard, actually doesn't hurt at all. Later, my mother carried me home on her back and traveled a long way. I could feel the sweat on her back. When I got home, she took on the role of a doctor and carefully cleaned and bandaged my wounds. I never thought that I would have these medical supplies at home, which made me love my mother even more. Although I was sometimes intimidated by my mother's harshness, I knew she was the one who loved me the most. She used her dexterous hands to weave countless warmth and happiness for me. Mom, I love you!

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