About my mom
There are a lot of mothers in the world, and they are all different. But there is still something that unites them, makes them similar – this is the love they give us.
If we talk about love, then the love of the mother is one of the strongest feelings, because it is born with us, still there, inside, without seeing the light, we already love our mother. As if our hearts are tied with an invisible thread.
They say that in the heavens children choose their parents themselves, if this is so, then I am sure in my choice was not mistaken. My mother’s name is Lyapina Larisa Sergeevna. She is an amazing woman! I owe her so much. She always feels with her mother’s heart when I feel bad: I was offended, did not notice, did not understand. Her heart is the most faithful and sensitive – it never extinguishes love, it does not remain indifferent to anything. Caring about me, she taught me to “survive” in this world: she taught me to love my neighbor,
I’ll never forget how many nights she spent near my bed when I was sick. I will never forget a single tale told at night, I will never forget my birthdays when she arranged a real holiday.
I became what I am, thanks to her. She did not become “mama’s daughter,” but her “continuation.” When I hear from someone “Lena, all in the mother,” I’m proud of it!
It’s wonderful to know that I have a loving and caring mother who is always there, no matter what… And at the same time it becomes sad when I see orphaned children, because they are very lonely because they lack the most important thing in life – maternal love. This can not give any children’s homes in the world!
My mother always tells me: “Do not cry, even if it’s hard for you, just remember that someone on this planet is even worse, and they suffer, struggle… And
I admit, I used to upset and offended her with some sharp, rude words, did not listen to her advice, somewhere I even tried to do the opposite. I did not understand, that I bring to this mum a pain and so much experience! I did not notice that my mother gets up first and lays the last, that there is always a delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner, washed and ironed laundry. And when she did it all. How much trouble and trouble she has! But it does not demand anything from anyone, does not wait for help, and everything itself spins all day like a squirrel in a wheel: work-home-family-and again work. She knows how to hide her tears, her problems, her troubles from us, so that we grow up calmly, without seeing her experiences. They live only for us and for us, for the happiness of their children.
Forgive me, my dear mummy for everything… I’m sorry that I insulted… I’m sorry that I did not understand… I’m sorry… I want to say to everyone: do not spare your mothers warmth, do not spare kind words, be with them more often, hurry to say her words of gratitude, appreciate every day spent with her nearby. After all, more closely than my mother, there is no man! Who else can love us, as she loves.
And finally, I want to read all this, you just called or went to your mom, hugged me tightly and told how you love her!
My irreplaceable mommy, I love you… insanely… very, very… to the sky…
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