Unconditional love

Staffer appreciates mother’s love and care

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Wake up. Cry. Get fed. Cry more. Take a nap, dream of baby bottles and pacifiers.

Whatever my baby self wanted (and whenever), my mother never failed to feed me what my little useless body desired. Thanks to her, my little body received the nutrition it needed and needs to stay healthy. Thanks to her I learned how to walk and talk.

Whenever my mom tells me stories of how she carried me for seven and a half months (I was born premature) and how she took extra care of herself for my sake, it makes me so thankful for a mom who cares so much. She tells me stories of how before she gave birth, her blood pressure rose very high and her health escalated critically, that the doctors warned her one of us might not make it.

When she tells me these stories, I feel bad because I think that maybe I caused her high blood pressure to rise before she gave birth and the need for her to wear glasses because of her vision weakening. I just feel thankful for her and glad that both of us survived.

I know that a mother’s love goes unconditional a long way. It means that no matter what, a mother will always love their child. I owe it to her for caring for me so much and never leaving me to fend for myself. When I started elementary, my mom walked with me literally every step of the way to my first day of Mrs. Simbec’s kindergarten class.

I appreciate my mom for everything she does for me. My mom acts like a guardian angel wherever I go. I try my best to respect her no matter what. Nowadays, I see many teenagers disrespect and yell at their moms and it saddens me how teenagers treat their mothers, after moms basically put the kids before them. No, I don’t consider myself the perfect kid that always listens and never makes mistakes. But I try hard to be patient and always respect and listen to my mom.

I know that when I go to college, I will need to fend for myself. My mom won’t walk by my side to take care of me and advise me between right and wrong. Yeah, it’s going to be hard but no matter what, I know my mom never fails. My mother tells me all the time, “As long as God will give me the chance to, I’ll be here to support you as much as I can.” That hit me right in the soul. It relieves me to know that if friends or people close to me fail, my mom is the one I can always fall back on.

No doubt, my mom always seems to know what kind of advice to offer. Of course, she wants the best for me and wants to see me succeed in life. I know that when she tells me stories of her childhood, she wants me make to avoid some of the mistakes she committed; she wants a better life for me.

Everything comes back at you (no, not a bad kind of karma). Just the way my mother cared for me as a baby, I know the day will come when my turn arrives to take care of my mom and treat her with the same patience and love she treated me with for so many years.