“Motherhood - a familiar topic for those who study literature around the world. Love is a parent's concern for their child - it may be the purest human emotion."

"Parents who raise children do not expect to return." And in the cold, muddy scene of the picture in front of me when the mother took her children out to play in the rain, I did not feel lonely or lost. Because here is the presence of motherhood in its most rustic and beautiful form.

People still say: "A fierce tiger does not eat its cubs". Motherhood is a sacred duty of all things, not only humans. Therefore, whether in the form of gentle animals or existing in the hearts of evil beasts, the maternal instinct always wins.

I myself do not know how to define motherly love because a playful son like me can't have enough experience to describe it. But I can describe to you how I feel about motherhood.

I don't know how or why, but the first person my eyes always look for is my cheek. To this day, I still don't understand why every time I see a picture of my mother in the kitchen, my heart calms down.

I was born into a “typical Northern” family with a patriarchal and difficult father. Of course, a stubborn and naughty child like me always had to be beaten by my father. At that time, my mother will play the role of a nurse to give first aid to my patient. The cheek hand gently caressed the burning wound so it was so comfortable.

The spanking for mischief lasted throughout my childhood until the day I entered 10th grade. Maybe that's why I was closer to my mother than my father.

Then I remember that there was a time when I had to go to the hospital (because I often showered in the rain when I was a child, so I got chronic pneumonia), had a fever for a whole month and could only eat porridge brought by my mother. The porridge is very poorly cooked, both thin and salty. I later found out that the porridge was salty because my mother mixed the medicine in it, but for some reason I refused to eat it. Since then, every time I get sick, I can eat that porridge. Its taste probably stayed with me for the rest of my life.

If you ask me where motherhood comes from, I'm sorry I can't explain it. Perhaps that is the ultimate source of strength that exists in every mother?

Such is the sacred maternal love, so noble, yet there are people who dare to dirty it just for personal gain, just for the sake of money? Teen mothers are not just because of their mistakes, but they are looking down on mother and child love, even throwing away the blood relationship.