time is running out for my friend. while we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "we're taking a survey,"she says, half-joking. "do you think i should have a baby?"
"it will change your life," i say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "i know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."
but that's not what i mean at all. i look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. i want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. i want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.
i consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "what if that had been my child?" that every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. that when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. i look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
i feel i should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. she might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. she will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.
i want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. that a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. the issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. however decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
looking at my attractive friend, i want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. that her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.
i want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. i want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. i want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.
my friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "you'll never regret it," i say finally. then, squeezing my friend's hand, i offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
One day more than ten years ago, our mother greeted us with tears and a happy smile. But when we came to the world, you had a lot of work to do - take care of us. Although this is a heavy burden, but you have no complaints to raise me up. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, you are always so hard, so hard.
Mother's love in the world is great. Sometimes, when you are sick, a mother's love will bring her mother to take care of you for your work. The heavy rain, love will make the mother an umbrella for you, they shower like "soaked through"...... All of these can show my mother's love for you, and I'll tell you about my mother's love.
That night, I feel like I'm in the refrigerator, cold, and head pain and dizziness, I caught a cold. When I was dizzy, I found myself lying on my mother's warm back. My mother found me uncomfortable and took me to the hospital. "But it's 12 now. Where is the hospital open?" I asked my mother. The mother said, "the hospital is open at night, not far from here." There is a hospital in front of me, but I still believe my mother. But who knew my mother had been carrying me back for almost two hours before she got to the hospital. Originally, mother afraid I want to walk, lie to me to say not far. To the hospital, the doctor prescribed some medicine, also said to the liquid cotton with press in my temple, head will slowly not pain. When the doctor said, my mother said to me, "I will help you press. You go to bed." I fell asleep after hearing my mother's words. By the time I woke up in the morning, my mother was still pressing for me. My mother took care of me all night, and she did not sleep at all, even if there was no complaint.
This is what I feel motherly love, this is the mother of their children without regret care, this is the great maternal love.
A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementaryschool’sfirst teacher-parent conference. To the little boy sdismay, shesaid she would go. This would be the first time that hisclassmatesand teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed byherappearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was aseverescar that covered nearly the entire center side of her face.The boynever wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.
At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindnessandnatural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the littleboywas still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. Hedid,however, get within earshot of a conversation between hismotherand his teacher, and heard them speaking.
How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib ,I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.
At this point, the little boy came out running towards hismotherwith tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt anoverwhelmingsense of the sacrifice that his mother had made forhim. He heldher hand tightly for the rest of the day.
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats. I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit. On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.
It's raining. School is over. I didn't bring my umbrella. I thought, "no one will come to pick me up." because my mother is ill, my father is away on business. Grandma and grandpa are too old to walk. I looked at the rain more and more big, less and less people, I am also more and more anxious, what should I do? I was about to go home in the rain.
Suddenly see a familiar figure, riding a bike slowly appeared from the rain, primary school grade three. This familiar figure is getting closer and closer, and I thought to myself, "this figure must be mother.". It's getting closer. It's really mom. I watched the rain trickling down my mother's face. Suddenly, a warm stream came up. I went straight to my mother and shouted, "Mom, mom, how did you get here?"" Mom smiled and said, "I know you didn't bring your umbrella and you knew it was raining."." Oh That's how it happened.
Step by step, the mother brought me home, but walk to a large slope in front of my house, to ride uphill to the home, the mother struggling to ride a bike, I said: "my mother riding a real don't ride up and down." Mother said, "I'll get wet when I come down."." Mother rode slowly and heavily on the slope.
When I got home, I wasn't wet at all. But my mother got wet already. I saw my mother's tired figure, and I couldn't help crying.
I know, mother's love is priceless.