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My Mom

           In my memory, the first time my mom told me that she loved me, I was too small to understand what love really meant. I would agree and say that I loved her, too. Over time, I wondered why she still loved me, even if I messed the house up, threw tantrums, and got into fights with my siblings. It took me a long time to understand and appreciate what love is; my mom’s love is patience and persistence. I really appreciate the patience that my mom has. One of the hardest things my mom tries to teach me is how to stay organized. As a baby, I spit food everywhere, spilled puzzle pieces on the floor, and never cleaned up after myself. When I got older, I threw my jacket onto the couch whenever I came home from school and my mom had to remind me to hang my clothes up. To this day, I’m quite surprised at the patience my mom possesses since she doesn’t blow up and shout when I don’t listen to her. My mom also has great patience when teaching me new things. When my mom wanted to teach me cooking, I just didn’t want to learn. Then, I realized there was too much to learn. I mixed up ingredients and almost always forgot to put salt. I also chopped the vegetables very, very slowly compared to my mom, who took no time at all. When learning how to make dumplings, it took ages for my mom to teach me how thick the dough was supposed to be. My dumplings looked lumpy and weird, while my mom’s dumplings seemed perfect. A lot of the time, I would forget my mom’s instructions, or complain that I was tired. My dumplings don’t look that irregular anymore, because of her patience. I’m so glad my mom’s patience held so that I have gained a life skill.

A second thing that I appreciate is my mom’s persistence. An example of this is my extra-curriculum activities. Every week, she takes me to my classes. This is time-consuming, yet she is persistent and never forgets my schedule. When I need help with my Chinese homework, my mom is always there for me. From all the things that I have done, I would have blown my top off already if I were her. My mom does not give up on me. When my mom disciplines me, I feel that she does not love me. Yet, I find that true love equals true discipline and the reason she disciplines me is because she loves me.

As a mom of a pre-teenager, my mom deals with many parenting pressures and stresses. The patience and persistence I learned from my mom prepares me for my future. I am thankful for what my mom has done for me and appreciate it very much. Not all moms are as devoted to their children as my mom is. Who else would be the one I love the most?

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