What I Remember Mostly about My Childhood Memories

 

“What I Remember Mostly about My Childhood Memories”

Sometimes we can never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory. When I think back on my childhood, I remember so many little things. I remember when my mom carried me in a batik cloth, she sang me a lullaby with her gentle voice. She rocked me gently until I fell asleep. When I was 4, I remembered my mother helped me to learn new things—like how to write and read and how to ride a bicycle. I remember her celebrating those joyful accomplishments with me and cheering me on as I struggled along the way. When I was 14, I remembered calling my mom to pick me up from a friend’s house. It was almost midnight, but my mother drove and picked me up. I also remembered when my mom wanted to pick me up from my office, and it is quite far away. When I realized these things, I felt so loved. My mom took great care of me; she was always there for me. One day I felt sad because my grade was bad and my mom was angry, but after that she encouraged me to try harder for the next exam. My mother always cheers me up when I am tired with a lot of school assignments and activities. She cheered me by cooking my favorite food, buying me ice cream, chocolates, and many more. The other day, it was raining heavily even though it was time to go home from school. My mom painstakingly picked me up, making sure I was wearing a raincoat so I wouldn’t get wet. She also took care of me when I was sick, making sure I ate and took my medicine regularly so I got well soon. From all these things, I know that a mother’s love is infinite for all time; she is only giving and doesn’t expect it back like the sun shines on the world.