My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. In the growing process of my childhood, my mother has been caring for me with her selfless love, caring for me, accompanying me, and letting me spend every day and night happily.

I remember one winter, there was a heavy snow, and thick snowflakes covered the whole road tightly. It's my dear mother, who got up early and worked hard to make breakfast for me and help me get dressed quickly. After breakfast, my mother struggled to step on the long snow blanket behind my back, step by step. I feel that my mother's clothes are slightly soaked by sweat, and my heart is very uncomfortable. I begged my mother several times to let me go by myself, but my mother just wouldn't let me go by myself. She said: if I go by myself, my clothes, pants and shoes will be soaked by the time I get to school, and my feet will be frozen. In this way, my mother insisted on going to school behind my back.

My mother's love is engraved in my heart. Whenever I am sick, my mother will always be with me, taking my temperature and taking medicine, which can ease my mood and reduce my pain. She seldom sleeps at this time, and her eyes are often red and astringent. When I am completely well, my mother can sleep comfortably.

This is my mother. She helps me grow and mature every day. I am very grateful to my dear mother. I will study harder to repay my mother's love.