Happy Mother's Day| thank her for not losing her ego because of me

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On Monday, my mom turned 48. Both of our lunar birthdays are in April, her first month, and my month end.

We are very different, she is acute, I am chronic, she loves to worry about everything, I don't care about anything.

In my memory, she spent relatively little time with me, and for more than twenty years, most of the time, she was at work.

She is a person who is very unwilling to lose, loves to compete, has low self-esteem and is very confident at the same time, and feels that she has nothing to do, so in the face of many things, she will grit her teeth and carry it herself.

But she also has vulnerable moments, she loves to cry, often because of my business. Sometimes, I don't think she's in her forties, she's like she's fourteen. (But who rules that you can't have sex in your forties?) ）

When I grew up, in her eyes, sometimes it was not a cute daughter, but a cloudy thunder.

When we have a good relationship, we are like sisters, we can chase the drama together, talk about the actors and actresses, and say who is more beautiful and handsome.

When our relationship was bad, it was like a strange road, staying in a home, ten days and half a month and not paying attention to each other.

But I know that she loves me very much, and I love her very much.

I'm a person who's used to categorizing feelings, and I remember both good and bad. Of course, my mom is not bad, but sometimes, because of the generation gap, the way those loves are presented, are destined to cause disagreement.

How could she not love me?

She rarely sends a circle of friends, and of the nine circles of friends, eight are about me.

When she came to me, she would cook for me, or come here to cook for me, because she knew that I preferred the boiled meat slices she made.

I said I was going to plant flowers, and she would bring me the soil she had fattened herself. I send her plants and she will happily share them with me, and she has to take care of them to flower.

How can I not see the love in these details?

She is very emotionally sensitive, my emotions are also very sensitive, she does not accept to lose, I do not accept to lose... In fact, we are the same.

Because she is a mother, I am a daughter, so I have her shadow in my body.

I grew up staying behind, and she and my dad worked far away to earn money for me. She ate a lot of bitterness and left me with a lot of sweetness.

Someone once asked me if I complained that my mother was not around. My answer is, never.

When I was a child, I simply felt that she was hard, so I didn't complain.

When I grew up, I was even more grateful to her for not losing her ego because of me.

I was her pride, but I wasn't all she was.

Her avatar is herself, she has her own interests, she writes well, she loves to sing, she has a lot of things to do.

She is conscientious and responsible in her work, and no matter where she goes or what she does, she is well received.

She was my mom, but she was even more of her. I was important in her life, but she herself must be more important.

The mother in my heart is definitely not loved by me because of my mother's bondage, but she is loved by me as a woman.

Even if she wasn't my mom, I still thought she was good, she was strong, she was upright.

So I hope that on this Mother's Day, she will be happy as a mother. Other days, she was even happier as herself.

I also hope that the mothers of the world will be happy because they are the mothers of their children, and they will be happy because they are themselves.

I've always felt that what makes "slow" special is that it presents my life as an ordinary person. My life is different from your life, but it is not very different, and behind the difference, there is a huge similarity.

Every day, in our own way, we spend the 24 hours that belong to us. Behind every ordinary life, there is a real you and me.

Inspired by a friend, I wanted to open up a self-reserved area at the end of the article, so that you can see you here.

I've always believed that everyone has their own likes and strengths. You like to draw, you like to practice words, you like to raise flowers, you like puzzles, you like photography... And so on, you can leave your favorite here.

Contact: Send the content you want to leave in the background, and post a nickname (default anonymity), I will carefully appreciate each life and pick and publish.

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