Vu Lan writes about mother

We grew up thanks to our mother's hard work and great love. Every Vu Lan season, we are more deeply grateful for the birth and upbringing, and more grateful for our parents.

My mother worked hard and sacrificed so that we could be educated and become good people. Photo from the internet.

My mother - a woman born and raised in a poor countryside. When she was young, she was a beautiful, resourceful girl in the area, so she caught the eye of my father - a poor boy who was given a proper education by his grandparents.

When my father went to the North to study electricity, my mother stayed home alone to take care of her grandparents and three young children. Food and clothing for the whole family, as well as the children's education expenses, almost drained her of all her energy.

After finishing school, my father returned to work in Nghe An province, but the salary was low, and my parents had me and my younger sister, so the family's life was not much better. For decades, my father worked far from home, and my mother took care of her parents and grandparents and raised the children by herself.

In my young memories, the image of my mother that day was a worried face, a hurried gait. I always wondered why my mother was always in such a hurry and when I grew up, I understood that without that hurry, the five of us would not have been raised and educated properly like now.

From early morning, my mother secretly got up from my sister and me to light the stove to cook breakfast for the whole family. When my sister and I woke up, my mother had already gone to the field. Throwing the basket off her shoulders, she cut vegetables and cooked food for the pigs and cows. On her old bicycle, she went around the village to buy beans and peanuts from the people to resell. With little capital and no means of transportation, the income from selling agricultural products was not worth much compared to the family's expenses.

Vu Lan writes about mother

Vu Lan - season of filial piety, season of gratitude, remembering the birth and upbringing of parents.

My house is about a few kilometers from the sea, my mother often takes advantage of the time with the women in the area to go raking mussels and catching clams to earn extra income... My mother works hard at many jobs, rarely gets to rest, but the family has many mouths to feed, all of us are of school age, so my mother's shoulders are even heavier with worries.

Perhaps because life was too hard, having to do many things by herself, my mother became irritable. My mother did not know how to say sweet words of love to us. My sisters and I's mischief made her even more frustrated and angry. Many times, because we were naughty and lazy to study, we received "good" beatings from my mother.

I rarely saw my mother cry, but when I woke up in the hospital bed after an operation, I saw her lying beside me, her eyes red and sunken, full of worry. And I understood that deep inside that strong, thorny woman was a sacrifice, a boundless love for her children. My mother loved us in her own way.

My sisters and I grew up with the hard work of our mother. We went to school, graduated, got a job, got married, and took care of our small family... Life just swept us away, and when we looked back, we were startled to see that our mother's hair had turned gray, and her beautiful face was only covered with wrinkles and age spots. My mother is over 70 years old this year, she looks older than her real age, and her frequent trips to the hospital have made her a "familiar" to doctors and nurses.

Vu Lan writes about mother

Having a red rose pinned to your chest is a lucky thing because every day with your father and mother is a peaceful and happy day.

Although we are not rich, now my sisters and I have enough money to take care of our parents in their daily lives and when they are sick, but it seems that my mother's whole life is associated with hardship and poverty, so when she has enough, she is not used to it. She only saves her beautiful clothes for "some special occasion" to wear; the household items her children buy are only stored away, waiting for "guests to come to the house" to bring them out. She also saves a little delicious food for her grandchildren, even though she knows that her grandchildren now lack nothing.

Vu Lan season has come again, my mother is a little older, but we are still luckier than many people because we get to pin a bright red rose on our chest in the “Rose Pinning Ceremony” to show gratitude to our parents. Bringing the children back to gather with their parents on this occasion, we truly realize that every day our parents are still alive is a day of peace and happiness.

Bao Han

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