Write your feelings about Mom

Prompt: Write your feelings about Mom

I. Outline of My Feelings about Mom
 

1. Introduction

- Introduction about Mom, the person I cherish the most.
- General overview of my feelings about Mom

2. Body

- Describe, along with expressions, the appearance of Mom, you can choose the most impressive physical feature of Mom: Face, eyes, smile, hands...
- Express the personality, exemplary qualities, and behavior of Mom towards others.
- Summarize the most profound memory you have of Mom, thereby expressing your emotions and feelings about Mom.

3. Conclusion

- Your feelings towards Mom.

II. Sample Essay Expressing Feelings about Mom
 

1. My Thoughts about Mom, Sample 1 (Standard):

'The bamboo root... bitter, the apricot kernel sour...
mom's lullaby sends the wind back to the sky
we live our whole lives as human beings
yet never finish the words mom whispered'

Sitting sadly remembering my mother of old - Nguyen Duy

In my family, my father is strict, always guiding me according to certain standards, while my mother is a gentle woman, flexible, calculative, and takes care of the family meticulously. In my heart, my mother is always the greatest, strongest, and most loving woman in the world.

This year, my mother is nearing 40 years old, having crossed more than half of her life. Her life has been arduous, the years have worn away her beauty, her figure, yet the beauty deep within her soul remains unchanged. I still vividly remember my mother's youthful figure from a photo she took over 20 years ago. Back then, my mother was a beautiful girl, possessing charm. I recognized that when my father reminisced about the past, about overcoming numerous obstacles to marry my mother. However, the fair complexion, slender waist of yesteryears have now been replaced by a weathered skin, a fuller figure, even her long, silky hair has been cut short for the convenience of taking care of us, for work. The corners of my mother's eyes now bear wrinkles, her once tender, supple hands have become rough. Yet, some things never change—her gentle gaze, her beautiful smile, tinged with a hint of shyness from her twenties. Sometimes, I see my mother quietly reminiscing over photos of her youth, and I feel even more affectionate towards her. I often ask my mother if she regrets sacrificing so much of her youth for the family, enduring hardships for us without living for herself. My mother just smiles and shakes her head, telling me, 'Everyone will grow old, no one can hold onto their youth forever. What's important is that I know I once shone brightly. The most important thing is that I have strived and devoted myself to the family, to you all. In the future, when you all grow up, that will be my life's success, there's nothing to regret.' Hearing my mother's heartfelt words, I feel even more love and respect for her. I remember the days of my childhood, when we were poor, my mother had to carry vegetables to sell, the burden weighing heavily on her thin shoulders, her feet worn out from walking all the roads I knew. Now looking back, my mother truly suffered a lot, while I only longed for the donuts, the candies my mother brought back—the taste, deeply engraved in memory perhaps because they came from my mother's hard-earned sweat. I also remember, when I started first grade, my mother personally wrapped each notebook, carefully wrote my name on each label, even went to borrow a charcoal iron to press my school uniform for me. Then my mother became my second teacher, in class, there was a teacher, at home, it was my mother guiding me to write each letter, counting, doing math with me. I must say that the neat handwriting I have today is all thanks to my mother's daily efforts.

Writing an expressive essay about my mother probably wouldn't even cover a hundredth of the words, but to me, my mother is the most wonderful mother in the world. Her gentleness, care, and meticulousness have given me a beautiful childhood, provided me with a solid foundation for life, propelled me into the world, and gifted me with a bright future.
 

2. My Thoughts about Mom, Sample 2 (Standard):

 'Traveling the world, no one is as good as Mom
Bearing the burden of life, no one suffers as much as Dad
Quietly, early and late, Mom nurtures the children to grow up
Covering the thin body, Dad shelters the world'

In this world, perhaps nothing brings as much happiness and joy as being with the ones we deeply love, especially living alongside our parents every day. Mother, who endures the pain of childbirth, embraces us with each lullaby, sweetly sings us into life. Therefore, in my heart, mother always holds a deeply special and sacred place.

My mother is now 40 years old, no longer in her youthful prime, no longer beautiful, because she has sacrificed everything for us. Her hands are rough and calloused, yet when her hand holds mine, or she embraces me, it's warmer than anything else. Her eyes have many wrinkles now, but that gentle and gracious gaze remains unchanged over the years. Mother's stature is a bit short, somewhat plump, but to me, it's the most perfect figure, containing countless sacrifices, the bitterness of life within it. Her skin may not be fair, but it's strangely beautiful, beautiful because of the days spent toiling under the sun and rain in the fields, selling her back to the land, her face to the sky to raise us siblings. All those bitterness, hardships, truly, even if I live through countless lifetimes, I can never repay them to mother, for her sacrifices are too great and too sacred. I still remember the days when I was 4 years old, my younger sister was 2, back then my parents were just starting their careers in the South, life was extremely difficult and unstable, so my parents temporarily sent us back to the North to be cared for by our grandparents. Because we were too young and couldn't adapt to the climate, we fell ill constantly, especially my sister, she was always thin, suffering from one illness to another. Because they pitied us being far from our parents, and suffering from illness, just over a year later, my parents hurriedly packed up and returned to the village to bring us back to the South again. I still remember that day when my parents arrived at my grandparent's gate, relatives urged us to go out and greet our parents, but we, because we had been away from our parents for so long, just stood behind our grandmother's legs and refused to go out to greet them. I don't know who said the words, 'They must have forgotten their parents already,' which made my father go silent, and my mother burst into tears, the relatives had to comfort her for a long time. From then on, my mother never thought of being away from us again, no matter how difficult life became. Thinking back to now, I suddenly feel guilty, sad, and wounded, what pain, what injury is greater than children forgetting their mother? Then I remember when I was 6, 7 years old, on rainy days, stormy days, my mother still tirelessly carried me to the vaccination station, sometimes even carrying us while selling vegetables. A small shoulder, but carrying both lifetimes, thinking about it is enough to understand how much hardship, how much toil. Yet I've never seen my mother complain, never heard her sigh, despite the back pain, the headaches, my mother always silently endured because she didn't want us to worry.

Oh, truly no one sacrifices as much as mother in this world, after getting married, mother lost everything, only gaining words of praise from her naive children. I am everything to my mother, she accepts trading her entire life for me, for a bright future for me without any regret. The more I think about it, the more I love my mother.

3. My Thoughts about Mom, Sample 3 (Standard):

'Even when grown, still a child of mother
Throughout life, mother's heart follows.'

Living in this world, the holiest is mother's love, the greatest is also mother's love, and the noblest, warmest is still mother's love. To me, mother is always the most special woman, the one who gave me invaluable lessons, guided me into life from the time I was born with warm lullabies full of maternal love.

My mother is a beautiful woman, everyone praises my mother looking younger than her age, even though she's forty years old, yet my mother's skin is still quite fair and smooth, perhaps time only leaves marks around the corners of her eyes and on her hands, to prove that my mother has gone through half a life of hard work. My mother has very beautiful eyes, bright and clear, I am also fortunate to inherit this beauty from my mother, so I am very proud. My mother's hair is thick and jet black, although not very soft, but very healthy, I never find a strand of hair split or broken, perhaps because my mother is meticulous, knows how to take care of her hair. It can be said that my mother is a woman with a gentle, soft, and fresh appearance, but my mother has a strong and firm inner spirit. Mother lives by principles, good at calculations, taking care of the family, which compensates for the lack of worrying nature, only good at my father's manual labor. My mother is not one to speak sweet words, but I know very well that my mother loves my siblings and me immensely. I always remember, in the years when my family was still poor, the four of us lived in a thatched house, a partition of two rooms built by my parents themselves, however, my mother never let us suffer. My mother was willing to skip meals, skip clothes, go to work for hire to save some money to buy us bottles of tonic, and I still remember the taste of those pills until now, sweet, fragrant, and full of my mother's love. The meals were simple, only a bowl of vegetable soup with a few pieces of dried fish, but my siblings and I still had our own pieces of lean meat marinated with pepper, and my mother said, 'Children need to eat meat to grow up quickly, adults don't need to eat anymore.' Thinking back to now, I only realize how cute my mother's lies are, all because of loving her children. Then there were times when it rained steadily for a whole month, I fell ill, feverish continuously, so my mother temporarily wore a raincoat cut from fertilizer bags, waded through to cut lemongrass leaves, grapefruit leaves to bring back to boil a large pot of water, for me to steam, every day was like that. Perhaps also thanks to my mother's careful care, I rarely suffer from minor illnesses when I grow up. In terms of studying, my mother didn't teach me much, because when she was young, my mother only studied until the fifth grade then because our family was too poor, my grandparents divorced, each going their separate ways to find happiness, no one cared, so my mother had to drop out of school. However, my mother still tried to educate and nurture me, when I first entered first grade, my mother kept saying to me every day: 'Handwriting reflects one's character,' every day my mother held my hand to teach me how to write, bought me beautiful pencils, pens to encourage me to study. My mother also liked to tell me fairy tales, the story I remember the most is still Tấm Cám, which to me is the most interesting and captivating story. Now that I am grown up, my mother doesn't often intervene in my studies anymore, but just constantly encourages me and gives me positive advice whenever I feel difficult.

I just want to say that, with mother by my side, living in the embrace of her protection is truly wonderful beyond words. To me, mother will always be the most wonderful, youthful, beautiful, and compassionate woman, the one I love the most. I will strive to study well, to repay the debt that my mother and father have given me in this lifetime.

4. Short Essay Reflecting on Mother, Sample No. 4:

Father's work is like Mount Everest
Mother's virtue is like water flowing from the source

In the family, to me, mother is the closest person. Mother has been accompanying me in every step of life's journey. And mother is the most beautiful gift that God has bestowed upon me.
My mother is over 40 years old, tall and slightly thin. Her deep eyes conceal the worries of life, the corners of her eyes clearly reveal long wrinkles. My mother has a very beautiful and warm smile, looking at my mother's smile, I feel myself incredibly light and strangely peaceful. My mother is not fussy in dressing, simple in lifestyle, and very careful, meticulous. As a woman of the family, my mother is very attentive. Every day my mother has to wake up early to tidy up and prepare breakfast for the whole family then go to work in the garden. Looking at her thin, rough hands, I feel extremely grateful to my mother. My mother has to work hard, worry about everything for the family and for us. My mother always says 'Even if it's hard, exhausting, if my children can learn to be kind in the future, I'm content.'
Oh mother! Who loves me more than you, who sacrifices more for us than you, who worries about me with every meal, every piece of clothing I wear like you. Oh mother! To me, you are like a bright star, gently illuminating my life, shining on the innocent and quiet soul of mine. Throughout her life, mother silently sacrifices generously for me. How many times I fell ill, how many times my mother shed tears for me. How many times I made mistakes, how many times my mother felt disappointed, cried for me. How many times I stumbled, how many times my mother supported me, encouraged me. Mother, I feel so lucky to have you. Everything is from you, thanks to you, that I have become who I am today.
'Oh mother! In this vast world, nothing is as vast as our home.
Even if there is wealth and glory, glory is not comparable to having a mother.'
The merits of giving birth to a lifetime, nurturing throughout life, I will always remember. I promise, I will try my best to study well, to be diligent so as not to disappoint you. Mother, please trust me, okay!

There are many articles and essays expressing feelings about mothers compiled by Mytour. Besides the essay Writing My Feelings about Mother, students and teachers can refer to other sample essays such as Feelings about the Dearest Family Member, Feelings about Teachers, Feelings about Grandmother, Your Feelings about Friendship, or even the section Understanding Expressive Writing in general.

5. Reflective Essay on Mother, Grade 7, Sample No. 5:

The burdens of life, no one bears more than a father
Early and simply, mother nurtures her child to grow wise
Bearing the frail body, father shelters life's journey'

Complete happiness is having both father and mother by your side. Mother is always someone special and lives forever in my heart. She is the person I always love and respect.

This year I entered grade 7, which also marks my mother's 40th birthday. Time has passed so quickly, it feels like just yesterday I was still learning to walk, and just yesterday my mother was a young and beautiful girl, but now this age and the worries of life have made my mother age. The wrinkles around her eyes, her skin is no longer as smooth as before. Mother's figure is slender, burdened on her shoulders with the complexities of life, for her husband, for her children, for the beloved small family. Her long hair is never let loose, she always ties it neatly on her head for convenience, her smile is always gentle and tolerant, every time she smiles, I feel myself inexplicably peaceful. Perhaps, when my mother smiles is when she is the most beautiful, I wish my mother could always be happy like that, even if life has many difficulties. Mother is not extravagant, showing off in everything, she is always simple and humble. The clothes my mother wears are not expensive, she also rarely buys new clothes because she saves money for the family. Seeing my mother economize on food and clothing but never letting me lack anything, I love my mother even more.

Write an expressive essay about mother, Grade 7, Excellent

Mom, I love you so much, the hardships you've been through, the sacrifices you've made for me are immense. I remember the days of childhood, you patiently taught me every letter, guided me with every stroke of the pen, taught me to read and write like my teacher. Growing up, I was not fortunate enough to have the health like many peers, and you had to take care of me even more. Yet, I've never heard you complain, you continue to silently sacrifice, silently love me. I still remember the day my younger brother had an accident, how painful it was for you to hear that he didn't make it. Seeing you collapse in front of the operating room of the hospital with tears and that pain in your heart made mine ache even more. Such a loss, how could anything compensate for that, mom? I know how impossible it is for you not to love, not to be heartbroken, even though time may dull the pain, your heart and our family still bear those emotional scars. But, mom, I hope that you, me, and dad will be strong, live out the rest of our lives. We must truly be happy so that you can find peace there. Dad and I will always be by your side, mom.

Mom, sometimes in this life, I make you sad, worry about you. At those times, perhaps because of my excessive ego, I don't listen to you. I even argue against your words. In those times, I always self-torment and feel so guilty towards you, yet even when dad asks for an apology, I still can't utter the words. I know you're so sad because of me, mom, I promise to change from now on, not to make you sad or worried about me anymore, please trust me, mom.

I also appreciate the kindness, the loving advice about what's right and wrong from you, mom. The words you teach me are always a tool for life, for me to grow even more in my life journey.

Mother is the source of my life, the meaning and motivation for me to strive to learn and develop every day. Mother is always my most reliable and steadfast shoulder. To me, mother is everything, I want to say to you, 'Mom, I love you so much'

I am fortunate to be born into a family with the complete love of both father and mother. My mother may not be beautiful, but she is the one who loves me the most, worries about me the most. Therefore, the most meaningful thing in my life is having my mother.

My mother is now over 50 years old, tall and a bit thin. Her hair is long but always tied neatly to facilitate work. My mother has a gentle smile, in that smile is endless love for my family. Her eyes bear long crow's feet, because she is old, so she can't see clearly as before, she has to use glasses to read small letters. My mother's face also has many wrinkles, her hands are rough because of the burdens of life, because of the daily tasks that come to my mother's hands.

My mother is the one who loves me the most in the world, she always sacrifices silently for me, for my happiness. I want to express my gratitude to my mother, although my words are not enough to describe all the love and gratitude I have for her.

My mother works as a laborer in a power plant, and to this day she has been dedicated to her job for 30 years. Despite the hardships and difficulties of aging, my mother always strives to complete the tasks assigned to her. Everyone in the company showers my mother with love and respect, she always wholeheartedly helps and cares for her colleagues, especially those new to the profession. In our family, my mother manages all the household chores, as my father works far away and rarely comes home, and I am busy with my studies, unable to help my mother much. There are days when I am busy from morning till night, and yet my mother never complains. I deeply admire my mother for her dedication to every task.

My mother is also very meticulous, taking care of both sides of the family meticulously, which is why everyone loves her. My grandmother used to say that having a virtuous daughter-in-law at home is a great blessing. And the one who receives the most attention from my mother is me, from my studies to eating and sleeping, my mother worries about everything. My mother is afraid that I will study too much and neglect my health, so she always provides me with delicious food and emphasizes that while studying is important, health is essential. My mother teaches me how to live, how to think independently, not to rely on others, and to know how to share and help others. My mother also teaches me the importance of living a meaningful life, in every moment that I choose. From my mother, I have learned many valuable lessons to contribute to my life's journey.

I remember the days when my family was still struggling, even during meal times my mother had to run around, and at that time, I was still a child who didn't understand, competing with my friends which made my mother distressed. My mother shed tears of sorrow when she saw me being disrespectful to my father. My mother is also the one who opens her arms to embrace, protect me when I stumble, fail, she is the one who forgives all my mistakes. There are many things in this world that require gratitude and appreciation, but I reserve a special place in my heart for my mother's greatest gratitude. My mother is like a star in the night sky, sparkling, illuminating my life, my mother is the greatest star in the world that God has brought to my family.

'Mom, the world is vast, but it's not as vast as our home. Even with wealth and glory, it's not as valuable as having you.'

In the future, I will tread on the path of dreams, far from home, far from my mother to seek new directions for my life, but the image and love of my mother will always remain in my heart, as the spiritual motivation for me to walk steadfastly on the journey of life.

The love of mother is like water in the source
With one heart, we honor mother and respect father
Fulfilling filial piety is the true way of a child

The gratitude towards my parents will be remembered forever. I silently promise to strive to study well, to be successful in order to be able to help my parents in the difficult parts of life.

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