Mom, when I grow up, there is a song that sings well: only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. Yes! Maternal love is the greatest in the world, but sometimes, maternal love is too great and becomes a kind of doting. My mother is a workshop worker with a low monthly salary, but besides everything at home, she has to take care of my study. My mother always won't let me do this or that. She just locked me in the study to study and do my homework. I am like a rose in a greenhouse. If you put it outside, it will not stand the wind and waves and will wither. In this way, my life will be smooth, plain and boring. You will gradually lose the ability to live. How can I live independently? Not necessarily let parents support a generation of words! As the saying goes, you can only become an outstanding talent after experiencing great storms and difficulties. I really want to say to my mother, "mom, please let me fly." When I grow up, I want to fly to the boundless sky like a bird. I want to use my own actions to make my mother change her mind. " Once, my parents were not at home and went out to do business. I'm afraid I'll stay at home alone and take me with me. I thought it would be inconvenient for my parents to take me to do business, which would make things worse for them. So I said to my mother, "Mom, go. It doesn't matter if I'm alone at home. Taking me away will make things worse. " Mom said with a grain of salt, "Do you really care if you are alone at home?" "It really doesn't matter, you go." Said and pushed them out. I am so excited that I can finally do something to let my mother know that I have grown up and can do something by myself. I began to think, what should I do? I walked and thought, and came to the washing machine. I see a lot of clothes. As soon as my eyes are bright, I can wash clothes to pass the time, which proves that I have grown up. So I said I would do it. I soaked my clothes first, then poured in washing powder, rubbed them repeatedly, and brushed my collar and sleeves three or four times with a laundry brush. Finally, I poured out the dirty water and replaced it with clean water to wash my clothes. Clean clothes magically appeared from my hands. I hung my clothes on the balcony and waited for my mother to come back. At dusk, mom came back. I quickly pulled her to the balcony and showed her clean clothes. My mother smiled and said, "My child has really grown up!" "