Patient Love Given by My Mother

For different periods of our life, our growth has been accompanied and influenced by various people, some of whom must have played decisive roles, either in the formation of our characters or our behavioral habits. Provided that childhood education is rather crucial in shaping our value systems as well as perceptual abilities, figures who have devoted themselves to fitting those guiding positions are of all most worth mentioning and remembering. In my case, that particular function was performed by my mother, who has ingeniously lit up my road like nobody else.

Whenever given the chance to describe my mom, the most favored words came from me were: artistic, inspiring, and illuminating, with every word correctly and precisely meant. To start with, she was the only one I knew who had the most astoundingly beautiful voice and could sing very well in my early years’ memories. Every time before I fell into sleep, it was those today-well-known nursery rhymes she sang beside my bed which had helped me slide into dreams at nights. Exactly at that time, it gradually occurred to me that musical sounds were one of the most remarkable inventions in the world. Besides, she was an expert in playing the piano. Even until today, scenes in which she sat at the piano and played, with her upper body elegantly moving along with music, fingers dancing, have been the loveliest and unforgettable recollections upon my mind. Later, I discovered that she also held very extensive knowledge of music, in terms of different genres and developing history, domestic and abroad. To her credit, I have developed very sensitive abilities of beats and rhymes since then. Some of the original ideas and opinions she occasionally shared on either instruments or some famous singers’ performances allowed me to cultivate intense passion with this particular form of art. One mutual conception between us was that music, in its pure and splendid existence, is instrumental in that it relieves us from secular pressures and soothes our souls.

Another dedication my mother made was her genius in understanding daily used products, which has left equally long-term marks on my life. From the day I was able to put dirty clothes into the washing machine myself, she started to fill me up with operating principles as well as the merits of that device, using simple and sensible words. After that, this habit of instructing was naturally expanded to other devices and products, ranging from lamps to small bicycles. Rather than merely showing me outward appearances and materials, she patiently took things apart, bringing me closer to core mechanisms as well as designing principles. During the process of putting things back into shape with my hands, I started to realize that every device could possibly be designed, and every product could be used to man’s benefits, as long as we have exquisite enough skills and careful considerations. Surprisingly, this revelation was enhanced by the exchange of our daily reflections over the usage of surrounding devices when I grew older, in which I had to describe to her the purposes or advantages of the devices, in detailed language. Under her guidance, I have till now formed an enthusiastic habit of pondering over visual images and design virtues of products. To my happiness, her advice is still enlightening whenever I want to purchase new items.

On the whole, one of the most admiring quality I discovered from my mother was her willingness to treat me as a single individual, instead of a child. Not even for once, did she give me any impatient look or indifference to my questions. On the contrary, she painted me a beautiful world with artistic knowledge as well as infinite wonders. The issues she delivered to me aroused my curiosity at a lot of things, visible and invisible, inward and outward. And the process of seeking for explanations and answers, and changing conceptions through intimate interactions between us made me feel powerful and independent. The initiative and confidence obtained through this process, unquestionably, made my adolescent days a lot easier. Compared with my girl classmates, who many times behaved awkwardly in front of the public out of shyness, I was apparently more articulate as well as keen to connect with others.

In teaching me how to appreciate music and perfectly designed products, my mother actually built me a channel to a larger and richer world, in which I was entitled to think freely and genuinely. As my childhood teacher, she has left truly profound impacts, which were so ingrained on me that I’ve been planning to apply the exact same thoughtful method to the education of my future children. Similarly, through proper direction and inspiration, they would, therefore, learn how to lead decent and meaningful lives. And hopefully, they will all descend from her the persistently inquiring and democratic spirits.