The Love I Giving is a semi proposition essay, and the title I set is the love I give to my mother

I live in a warm, harmonious and happy family, and my father and mother like me very much and love me, especially my mother. My mother works in a bank, and she is in charge of personnel and education, and she has a lot of business, and she is very busy at work. Despite this, my mother had to take me to and from school every day, dressing me, tying my shoes, packing my school bag, serving food, washing my socks, ......In short, all my life is made by my mother**.

What I want to say is that it's not that I don't do it, it's that my mother doesn't believe me and always says I'm a child. My mother's request to me was that as long as I studied hard. But, Mom, I want to say ...... to you

I remember one time, I was going to learn English after school, just in time for my dad to go on a business trip, and your unit was also busy, so I didn't get out of it for a while, so I went to the English school by myself. Afterwards, I thought that I would be complimented by you, that I had grown up, but I was reprimanded harshly by you; Another time, our class was in physical education class and had a 50-meter race, and my sprint performance was not bad, but before the race, my shoelaces suddenly opened, because you usually do it for me, I don't know how to tie my shoes, and I was embarrassed to let the teacher and classmates help me, so I ran the penultimate ......

In daily life, I go to wash the dishes, and you say that I am still young; I wash my socks, and you say I can't wash them; I'll help you clean up your room, and you say I'm making trouble. Mom, I'm 9 years old, a second-grader, and I'm not a toddler anymore. At the beginning of the new semester, with my hard work, you finally promised me that I could go to school by myself, but you still had to stand on the balcony every day, look at me, and open the window to tell me

Don't play on the road, pay attention to the car, and walk well. ”

My good mother, I know that you love me deeply, but mother, you should let me learn to do things, learn to take care of myself, because I will eventually grow up, go to school outside, go to work. I'm really worried that you won't be able to stand it then, and I'm even more worried about whether I'll be able to live on my own.

Mom - I want to say to you, you have a heavy hobby.

You can write that your mother took you to see a doctor when you were sick, or it was raining, but my mother insisted on sending me to extracurricular classes (I found you cotton clothes on the way, and my mother asked you to put your umbrella and let you lean on him), and the love my mother gave me was like countless stars in the sky, and I had to learn to be grateful.

When the cold wind howled, Mom put his gloves on your hands. When I got home, my mother's hands were so numb that she dropped the keys on the ground. I found that my mom had a lot of cracked holes in her hands, and then I wrote about blaming my feelings, and it was a good subject.

You wrote that your mother took you to the doctor.