My Mother

張貼日期：May 23, 2016 12:45:19 PM

My Mother

Mandy Chen

     As a proverb goes, “Mother’s love is the best.” I really agree with this proverb because my mother is the most important person in my life. I love her without doubt but she has some features that I can’t tolerate. In the following I am going to discuss her three traits which are different from those of most mothers.

     First, my mother has a shrill voice. When she talks to me, all my neighbors can hear what she says. She always makes me very embarrassed in public. Last summer, I invited all my friends for celebrating my birthday in our house. An hour later, my mother walked out of her bedroom to remind me not to mess up the house. Hearing her words, all of my friends became scared of her; her shrill voice made them think she was really angry. According to my observation, most mothers would volume down or change their voices in public. There are many embarrassing experiences about which I can’t tell in detail, and I’m very helpless about this condition.

     Second, my mother has some strange behaviors. She regards me as an infant. She always reminds me of many things which are insignificant. For example, she always reminds me to brush teeth, go to bed or even go to the toilet. Sometimes, she can’t trust that I have already brushed my teeth. She thinks I am a liar, but it is no sense to lie about this kind of stupid stuff. Other mothers wouldn’t have this kind of actions. Although they care about their children, they would trust their children and give them space. I hope my mother will change this behavior in the future.

     Third, my mother is just like a repeating machine. She repeats everything continuously, and I get tired of listening to her repetitions. I suspect she doesn’t know how to stop, so I can only choose to accept her fatigue bombing. Recently, I have learned a way to make myself more comfortable when she continues repeating. I would enter the realm where nobody can annoy me. Other mothers might say things two or three times but never endlessly repeat them.

     To sum up, I really love my mother but I desire she can change her some unbearable behaviors. In fact, I've figured out if she still couldn’t change them, I had no choice but to accept them. I still love her no matter what drawbacks she has. She always accompanies and supports me, like a lighthouse brightening my life. I can’t live without her; losing her is just like losing my limb, and the loss cannot be repaired.