5th grade write mom essay 300 words

My mom essay 300 words.

Mother's love is like a stream, gurgling water, nourishing my heart. Mom's warm words, simple thoughts, and unpretentious actions all warmed my heart.

On that occasion, my mother went to the street to buy clothes. She took 500 yuan with her when she went out. Because my mother is often reluctant to spend money to buy clothes for herself, she often returns empty-handed.

This time, she swore before going out: "I must buy a few good clothes and come back, it's okay if it's expensive, I don't care so much." However, I still saw in my mother's eyes that I was not determined.

Maybe Mom still can't buy it back. I thought silently. Sure enough, she still didn't buy clothes.

This time, I could tell from my mother's language how beautiful the dress was, from her radiant expression, from her appreciative tone, and from her love for the down jacket. Even though she loved the down jacket so much, she still didn't buy it. Mom came back with a lot of rice, vegetables and daily necessities.

I know that she is reluctant to buy clothes, and what she misses in her heart is this home. Mom is a teacher and her school is open. She is 7:0 every day

00 will go to school and will arrive home at 12:00 noon. There was no break at noon, 1:

20 and gone again. I have to work overtime at night, and I often can't come back until after 6:00.

The hard work all day made my mother's cervical spondylosis happen again, and when I lowered my head, it was a pain. Although her father was sneering all day long and trying to persuade her to rest, she still silently prepared for classes, wrote lesson plans, and made materials for boxing. One day, I was already asleep, but for some reason, I suddenly woke up.

I rubbed my eyes, I yawned and was about to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my mother was still sitting at the table, bowing her head and waving her pen, writing and writing. I was about to persuade her to sleep, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them again, and tears covered my ......eyes

On Sundays, I was home alone. Thinking of how hard my mother used to be in the house, I felt that I should do something for my mother. So, I picked up the kettle and boiled a kettle of water, made another cup of tea, and waited for my mother to come back.

After a while, I heard a soft knock on the door and knew it was my mother back. I quickly picked up the teacup and opened the door for my mother. As soon as my mother entered the door, I was about to speak, and I brought the tea.

Mom was speechless for a moment. I was not moved when I thought that my mother had done so much for me on weekdays. And I just made a cup of tea for my mother, and my mother was speechless.

I felt a sense of guilt.

In the evening, my mom made me my favorite almond tea and almond bowls. Thinking that my mother had been running around the street in high heels all day, her legs must be very sore and her feet were very painful. But my mother insisted on making me complicated food, and my tears couldn't help but fall ...... again