Grow up because of self confidence, learning, hard work, gratitude, and happiness 600 words

I am grateful to my parents, I am grateful to them for giving me life by conceiving a baby in October; I am grateful to my parents and for their hard work and sweat for nurturing my growth; I am grateful to my parents for teaching me how to be a human being with their profound teachings. Our parents have given us so much, but those of us as children don't know where to start. Perhaps, share some housework for your parents when they are fine, pour them a glass of water after work, fill them with a glass of milk when they are unwell, beat their backs when they are tired, share their worries when they are distressed, and share happiness with them when they are happy.

These seemingly ordinary little things, but in the eyes of parents, they are very proud. Our parents have given us so much love, but we have only done a little bit for our parents, and our parents have felt content, so we should spend our lives thanking our parents. My parents accompanied us through a dream-like childhood, but I was ignorant because of a moment of playfulness, and I caused chaos to my parents, making them worry and angry.

I still remember that night, I was left behind by my teacher because I didn't finish my essay. The other classmates left early, but I was left to write alone, who can blame this? It's just that I didn't write an essay in a hurry during the day, knowing that the teacher would ask me to write an essay at night, but I haven't written it yet.

Time passed little by little, and the composition was still not over, and I thought to myself, at this time, my parents must be waiting anxiously for me at home. My heart began to get anxious, but the more anxious I became, the more I couldn't write. An hour passed, and the teacher told me to call my parents and ask them to pick me up.

I know that as long as I hit **, my parents will definitely be angry, and they will definitely not come to take me, and I will not be allowed to go back if I don't get it. I dialed ** in a nervous way, and said a few more words, and as expected, my mother was angry with me over there, and I hung up**. I continued to write, and after I finished writing, I had to go home alone.

The night was very windy, and I knew that I would inevitably be criticized by my parents when I went back, and I was afraid that my parents would be in a hurry, so I hurried back. Suddenly, a familiar voice called me, it was my father, and my father actually rode to pick me up. On the way, my father was riding hard against the wind, and I felt that I had caused my father to come and pick me up at night, and I was still riding against the strong wind.

When I got home, my mother criticized me harshly, I knew that my parents were all for me, and being strict was also a kind of love, and they wanted me to be successful and promising, but I often made them sad. As time went on, as I got older, I got closer to my parents. After dinner, I always like to chat with my parents, sometimes about my troubles at school, sometimes about my growth experience, sometimes about the hardships of my parents' entrepreneurship.

I gradually understood the good intentions of being a parent, and I knew that it was not easy for parents to work. In the days to come, I should do my best to be grateful to my parents; When parents need help, do the best they can to help them. Thanksgiving parents need us to do too much, let our son use this life to slowly complete.