AcceptingMaternal Love Unconditionally
At night, under the heavy rain mixed with scarythunder. Staring at my mother, I stood straight in front of the sofa with handscrossed.
“Never mind, it’s upto you. You are already 18. I have no right tointervene your future, do I?” said my mother, sighing, taking a cold but calmtone, as if demonstrating her indifference tome. I didn’t response, my lips pressed tighttogether. I was close to tears but managed tohold back. She turned back towards the bedroom, murmuring something. Iunderstood that I definitely hurt her. I hurt the woman whom I care about. Butshould I say sorry? Should I feel guilty? Is thereanything I can do to make up for it? I was confused.
Soon after the college entrance exam, I got busy withchoosing my ideal university and making a plan for my three-month summervocation. Just as everything seemed to be going smooth, my dearest motherruined everything. She didn’t allow me to travel alone or with friends, andrepeatedthese words: “It’s unsafe because youare a girl.” “Mom, I am an adult so I can take care of myself well.” I grumbledon and on, making every effort to prove that I was right. But it was futile.She still turned a deaf ear. To make things worse, she was unsatisfied with mydecisions on colleges and said, “The major is unsuitable for girls. We shouldtake your future into consideration.” My mother had such an unnaturally tightrein on me, so that I felt rather uncomfortable. But conversely, all she wantedto emphasize is that she loves me. How ridiculous Iam. I shouldn’t have shouted at her. I shouldn’t have showed anyimpatience.
I seemed to have found the answer. I should apologizeto her for what I have done. I rushed to the bedroom and knocked the door, thenwent in quietly. Lowering my head, I said meekly, “I am sorry, Mom. It’s myfault.”
“Oh, dear. There’s no need to say sorry. I haveconsidered that you are an independent-minded adult who possesses your ownjudgment. However, I wish you put your feet in my shoes. My purpose is to expectthat you will have a happy life.”
My tears welt up my eyes, I said, “Thank you, mom.”From now on, we can discuss matters together. All things considered, we make afinal decision. Is that OK?” My mother was silent, hugging with me.
Maternallove is unconditional. Sometimes it is mild, sometimes it may be so strong thatour freedom is restrained. However, as children, we ought to endure it andaccept it unconditionally rather than refuse and repel it because we only have amother who definitely has experienced more than we can imagine. So every wordshe said indicates that she loves me and that she is standing in my position. Ishouldn’t be angry, should I?