Jo-N : My Thoughtful Mom
From Jo-N, Malaysia
This post is dedicated to my mom. I know she won’t read this but writing it out is so much better than bottling it up within me.
My mother is a wonderful mom and she is a great grandmother to my children too. I come from a family who would do things together. We eat together, watch TV together and go shopping together and I like this closeness in our family.
Being a teacher, my mom is a kind and loving person. She cares a lot about us and goes all the way out to do anything for her children.
I remembered the night when I had toothache and I was all alone in a hostel in another town about 30 minutes drive from my parents’ house. The first persons whom I thought of are my parents. I didn’t know what they could do but I knew I had to call home. I called home at 12 midnight and the call must have given them a shock. The next moment, they were by my side. I felt a relief like letting a stone drop off my shoulder.
My mom is a person who would plan everything nicely and is always a step ahead of others. She would buy Form 5 essay books for us to read when we were in Form 3 and Form 6 essay books for us when we were in Form 5. You would have guessed the result. We were very strong in our essay writing.
Being a worried person, she would worry over the slightest thing. She tends to over protect us and we were basically too dependent and naïve. I know she did out of love but now that I’m a mother, I beg to differ. I want my children to be more independent and to be able to survive in today’s world or should I say the future world.
I’m very grateful for everything my mom has done for us. Although I may not follow all her parenting approach, I love her dearly.
3 comments:
Thanks Trin, hope more people would join in. I'm going to spread the words.
My mother is a never ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words, but I always remember the tune.
My mother was strict, being a Nonya lady of many generations with all the good virtues handed down and she guided, showed, explained what is good, what is bad, and two advice I have never forgotten, she telling me, when I was 12 years old, "Lee, you will soon be growing up to be a man, do your best in whatever you do, and even if you fail, you can say you have tried. And never, ever spoil your good name".
I never forgot that.
In a way, my father taught me to be tough, my mother taught me to love.
I will not be what I am without both their guiding hands, their love for me, I may no longer walk in their shadows, but walk now in the light as they showed me. Lee.
Jo-N, Your Mom is special teacher :-) and you are a special mom that can choose your own way to raise your children. :-) thank you for helping this project to roll... :-) *hugs*
Read Uncle Lee's comment! So nice! Thanks Uncle lee...
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