The composition of the growing "bird"

"The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward children; She mended carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home ... "

Mother is the most precious person in one's life and the patron saint of children's growth. The son's daily life affects the loving mother's heart, and the process of his son's growth breaks her heart.

Year after year, time flies. Taking my son as the apple of my eye and the mother of all hopes has brought me to this world full of laughter, life, tomorrow, hope and future! However, in the process of loving and caring for her son, many wrinkles gradually appeared on her once youthful and wonderful face.

Swallows have gone and come, flowers have faded and bloomed, but time is gone forever.

I am like a willow tree dancing with the wind. When I am proud, I will inspire me behind my back and patiently guide my mother to ignore it. Time flies, I didn't know my mother's hard work until I grew up: she is sometimes like an angry bird. When I am lazy in bed before school in the morning, she will "poke" me with her sharp mouth; Sometimes she falls from the sky like Superman. When I was bullied, she always acted as my "power forward" to defend me. Sometimes she is like my good friend, and even jokingly asks, "Does my son have a favorite girl in the class?"

As time goes by faster and faster, I want to fly out of the cage like my wings are hard.

When I became a junior high school student, I went to Internet cafes with my classmates, bullied girls, and beat up ... When my mother scolded me, I refuted her, and she always sighed sadly.

But I can't change my naughty habit. The last time the school invited me to school, it was because other parents asked me to pay for the money I hurt my classmates ... That time my mother was really angry with me and ignored me for several days-I usually knew that I had made a mistake and dealt with it in time. My mother always patiently told me what to do after punishing me, and this time my mother ignored me because I was disappointed!

Butterflies blink several times before learning to fly. Mom, this word is infinitely great, and it also contains how much love and expectation for children! Mom, carnations are in full bloom outside the window, and it's Mother's Day. Let my son go back to his "birdcage" and take good care of your care and teaching. I finally understand that only through the education and training of my mother, the greatest teacher, can I become a "bird" with wings in the blue sky, grow up healthily and fly.