My Mom
Nothing was of great value; nothing was of great significance to my mother than the joy of having a child as a great blessing. My mother did not simply regard me in the ordinary way a parent regards her son or daughter. What she saw in me could hardly be seen by an outsider. She looked at me and felt the importance of years behind her. Without me, she could have had no reason to live. Every effort of hers meant to make my life better in future. She invested all her hopes in seeing that I was successful. This could be seen in the manner she talked proudly of me in a group of other women who rarely expressed open love for their children. She dreaded anything that could cause me pain. She never wanted me to appear worried or disappointed. That is why she could never afford to punish me or talk ill of me.
Unlike other women who thought that strict monitoring of their children could add to their academic performance, my mom was not of that kind. All she did was polite guidance and encouragement whenever I went wrong or made a blunder, which everyone thought would lead me astray. Whether I passed or failed exams, she cared more about my happiness, although she felt happier at seeing me excel in studies. She could always smile at my report card and pat my shoulders as a way of encouraging me to put in more efforts. This is why I never wanted to let her down. Whenever I sat for any test, her words seemed loud enough in my conscience: “Child, work hard, I will be happy to see you a successful person in life.” These words disturbed my conscience day after another. I strived to achieve and make her proud and happy. The only way to do this was by excelling in academics.
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By the time I sat for my sixth grade exams, I had worked out all means to prove to her and the world that I was indeed smart. I emerged the best student in my class, beating my classmates who had schooled under strict supervision by their parents. As we celebrated my victory, mom spoke amid tears of joy. All she could say is that I worked for my success. Deep inside my mind, I knew she was the cause of my achievement, because I never wanted to let her down by failing.
