"Mother's love" theme

My mother's love has paid the most for me. How sweet this meticulous love is! How warm it is!

Motherly love is a breeze. There was a power outage last night, and it was very hot. I thought to myself, "How can I get through this night?" My mother seems to have guessed my thoughts and said to me, "Go to sleep first, and it will be cool when you fall asleep." Hearing this, I nodded obediently. I just slept for a few minutes, and I really felt a gust of wind blowing towards me, which was much cooler. My mother has been slapping me ever since!

Motherly love is a teardrop. I know I can't eat spicy food, but I bought a packet of spicy strips on my own initiative. After dinner, I had a high fever that night. My mother got up at three or four in the morning and gave me medicine. I vaguely saw the tears falling in my mother's eyes, one drop, two drops and three drops. . . . . .

Motherly love is an umbrella to keep out the rain. Once, it rained heavily after school, and I saw a familiar figure coming to school. I ran closer and found that my mother loved me the most. She braved the heavy rain to pick me up. Mother put an umbrella on my head, but half my body was soaked.

I am proud to have such a mother. When I grow up, I will repay my favorite mother with double love!

Love from my mother.

My mother has been dead for almost 30 years. She died of illness. Whenever I see my children grow up healthily under the care of my mother, I feel her love and recall her love for me.

I am my mother's adopted son, but in life, my mother regards me as her own and has no place outside. After being sensible for many years, I didn't know my life story until someone told me. But I didn't weaken my respect for my mother at all. My mother loved me from beginning to end.

I remember when I was ten years old, one summer night, I finished eating and hurried out of the kiln to play. In my hurry, I didn't look at the road under my feet. I stepped into a casserole full of pig food and just came down from the top of the stove. I immediately got blisters on my sandals, and I cried in pain. Mom was scared silly, that is, before mom could take her away, dad panicked and went to the village to find a doctor behind my back. At that time, there was a lack of preventive knowledge, medical equipment and drugs. If you have first aid knowledge, you can get some vinegar to wash your feet, so you won't get blisters all over your feet.

After coming back from the village health clinic, my mother looked at my swollen and blistered feet. I felt very distressed and blamed myself for letting my mother stay in Lacrimosa for two days. Seeing my mother's appearance, I also held back my pain and didn't dare to make any noise, hoping to alleviate my mother's remorse and let her eat something. Under the persuasion of the whole family, my mother got rid of self-blame and devoted herself to my care.

At that time, it was summer. Due to the shortage of burn medicine, my feet were infected, and the kiln was filled with the stench of smoke. Because my feet are in plaster from time to time, I can't sleep on the bed, but on the floor. My mother not only took care of my diet and daily life, but also accompanied me to sleep underground for forty days. My feet are healed, but my mother is covered in pustules. When I was treating my feet, my mother took care of the family's food and fed the chickens and pigs. It was already very hard. She had to change my dressing and cook a small stove for me ... She never felt bored, worked hard and treated me with self-reproach, but I knew in my heart that all this was because of my carelessness, but it made my mother suffer great psychological pain. I feel guilty when I think about it now.

All mothers in the world are careful and love their children. My mother is the same as all mothers in the world. When I was fourteen, I went to visit my relatives. On my way back, I was bitten by a bad dog. Afterwards, the whole family didn't take it seriously. The next day, I still participated in the cotton picking work of the production team. After a long time, my mother tiptoed to the field five miles away from home to find me and asked me to go home for a tetanus shot. There was no rabies vaccine at that time. I looked at the sweat on my mother's face, her little feet and her impatient expression. Tears welled up in my eyes: I was moved by my mother's deep love. I didn't know until I came back. My mother heard that tetanus shots can prevent accidents. Now I think of my mother's little feet and haste, and I am moved by her love for her son.

Mothers all over the world love their children, but I think my mother's love is the most sincere, selfless and meticulous.