I remember there goes a saying: Birthday is not a day you observe your birth, but a day for you to memorize your mother’s suffering. So this week, in which my birthday drops, I think more of my parents.
I remember I got chickenpox when I was in senior 2. The doctor told mum that she’d better tie my arms together with a rope so that I would not scratch the poxes while I was asleep. Mum did what the doctor said, but she was still a little bit worried. So for three nights she just lay beside me and did not sleep so that when I was about to scratch the poxes she could stop me.
I remember how well dad looked after me during my three years in high school. Every weekday he got up at 6 to make breakfast for me. So when I got up, breakfast had already been well placed on the table: noodles, an egg and a soup. While I was eating, he would turn on the radiogram and searched for English broadcasts hoping to improve my listening, or he would read some Chinese articles to me. Before I left home for school he would check my purse to make sure there was enough money in it and put many snacks in my schoolbag in case that I got hungry before lunchtime.
I remember how they helped me step out of shadow of my failure in the college entrance examination and encourage me to be optimistic about my future. Back to the summer of 2008, it was really a hard time for me for I experienced the first but the ultimate frustration in life. Facing the poor result of the college entrance examination I was at a loss, feeling that all my hopes crumbled away. I could not accept the fact for I really had worked very hard and seldom misplayed in big examinations during my high school study. I knew mum and dad also felt bad if not worse than me. However, they hid their disappointment and distress and helped me get out off the shadow. They told me how people with more difficulties and suffered more frustrations became successful through their perseverance, taught me philosophies in life, tried to change my attitude towards failure and so on.
I won’t forget all the things they have done for me, even the minutia. I won’t forget that there was not a single night that I was woke up by the rings of telephone calls, because they would cut off phone line and switch off their cell phones when I came home at 10:30 . I won’t forget that once I mentioned something, the next day I would find a pile of papers with relative information on them. I knew it was dad who listened what I said carefully and searched about them on the Internet. I won’t forget that dad stuck cards with maxims or English words on to the mirror in washroom so that I could learn something while I was brushing my teeth and made full use of time. I won’t forget that every night dad walked to the bakery to buy some bread for me. I won’t forget the scene of mum opening the door for me when I came back home from school late at night.
After I finish this blog I think I shall make a call home and say “papa, mama, I love you!” I am sure that I will get in touch with them for they have never cut off the phone line since I left home for college……
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I was deeply moved after finishing reading your blog. I am not in your group;I am in group 5. Today I look the blog website of every group and find your blog. Your title attracted me very much, so that I couldn't help to reading your blog. You did so well to express your feeling, and show your mama and papa’ great love of you. They have done so much for you, and you did remember all they have done for you. That is really moving. They cared of you when you were sick; they prepared everything for you before you went to school; they helped you study; they switch their phone to make sure that you would have a good sleep；They comforted you when you were in great depression. So much they have done for you. I think that when you were in high school everyday you would study with the heart filled with the love of your parents. That was a really wonderful thing. And I can know from your words that you are really grateful to your parents.
ReplyDeleteI also love my mother very much. My father died when I was 2 years old. My mother was only 25-year old and very beautiful. I can't image what a great and tough decision my mother did to choose to bring me and a 5-year-old sister up instead of just leaving us. I can't image how many nights she cried nearly to daze but still had to take care of me and my sister. I can't image how great the stress was for my mother to support us. I can't image how sad and depressed she was when my sister got a tough disease. I just can't image how worried she was when I got the chicken box….
I don't have a dad, but mom tried her best to give what other children had. She would buy us new clothes before the New Year no matter how little she had. She just never let us envy other children. We had new clothes every year but she didn't change her clothes for 10 years.
I lived in the school in junior high school and senior high school. When I was in grade 3 in junior high school, she would come every night to deliver my supper. I will never forget that one day she was badly ill and had a fever, my grandmother told her not to bring the supper for me, and let me eat in the canteen. But she refused; she said I need nutrient before the exam. So she came, drugged her sick body, walked for 1 km to my school just for my supper! I can’t forget the days before the NMET, she put off all her work and rent a house to stay with me. Every night she will talk to me to reduce my stress. At that time my neck hurt very much sometimes I can’t fall asleep. She then asked me to put my head on her arm so that I can fall asleep. But she couldn’t sleep any more. Then in the morning, she would get up early without waking me up and prepared everything for me and let me sleep longer.
But I still failed in the exam. I was very upset and depressed. As what your parents did for you, my mother just did the same for me. She encouraged me to go on my study in Huazhong University.
When I have the opportunity to come here, she was so happy for me and just asked me to go. But I know that actually she didn’t want me to leave her for such a long distance and a long time at all. She came with me to Beijing to see me off. At such a cold day I didn’t want to go outside at all. But the night before the flight, she discovered that she hadn’t prepared a headphone which I thought was not important at all. So I told her to forget about it. But when I waked up the next morning, she just came back from outside with the unimportant thing and breakfast and was trembling. That day was extremely cold. Later on I knew that she searched the whole school for the unimportant thing in that extremely cold morning. When I now think of her, I could see she was trembling in the cold morning, and walking against the cold wind to look for headphone for her son!
Now I always call my mother and talk with her for a long time. One day I called her but she didn’t answer. So I decided to call her later on. But when I remember to call her it was already 10:00 p.m. I thought she might have fell sleep, so I didn’t call her. But the next day I knew that she waited for my call till midnight in such a cold winter.
So now, I will give her at least twice call a week, and all of these calls were before 8:00p.m. I knew that she would sleep better after my call…
Finally, happy birthday to you, and best wishes to our parents!
To us, parents are always the light . No matter what happens, they accompany, encourage and comfort us. They help us dispel the darkness in our heart. Thanks to them, we lead a happier life. As for my parents, they never expect too much from me. They only hope that I can live a peaceful life without too much pressure. That is enough. What we can do is to make ourselves happy for repaying. That is the best gift we can give to them.
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ReplyDeletedefinitely and exactly!
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