For example, my father and I both love reading, while my mother just finds the house cluttered with books. The person I'm closest to in the family is still my grandmother. That's because when my mother went to study far away, she always left me with my grandmother. She would often give me money to buy storybooks so I could read them to her...
Therefore, when I hear the lyrics from the song "The Rose Pinned to the Shirt" : "One afternoon, I'll come home and look at my beloved mother, look for a long time...", I immediately picture my grandmother in her home. So, saying "I love you, Mom" to my mother is an extremely rare luxury given my family's circumstances.
Even though it's true that I love my mother, both with affection and pity, I see that she has a much harder time than many other mothers. This is also because I lack many things compared to others. My mother used to complain about this, but as she got older, she mentioned it less often. Before, I used to be annoyed by my parents' lectures, never imagining that one day they would no longer have the energy to teach me...
My mother and I aren't the kind of people who have a close relationship. Maybe we're good at hiding our emotions. Or maybe we're not close enough to express them openly. And we've gotten used to it. I still remember the day I said goodbye to my family before going to university in the capital; I thought my mother would give me a hug. But she just smiled and waved goodbye.
If I were to describe my feelings for my mother, the word "affection" would probably be more accurate. But I once said "love," even if it was in a dream. In dreams, people are usually less guarded and less likely to use reason to judge.
My grandmother's house had an attic that was often left empty. I still remember those sweltering summer afternoons when I would go up there to read and then fall asleep, experiencing sleep paralysis several times. Thirty years later, the dream brought me back to that scene. This time, the shadow was a clearly defined human figure. But this time, I wasn't as scared as I was as a child. It was like a wrestling match. The shadow kept lunging at me, and I was pushing it away, muttering all sorts of incantations, phrases I remember from that moment. Then, as if wanting to change things up, I switched to saying, "My mother loves me!" After saying it a few times, the shadow left. Perhaps, psychologically, the phrase coincided with the moment I emerged from the sleep paralysis, but when I woke up, I was still surprised, and I even seemed to smile at my sudden "magic spell."
In my dream, that statement also carried a hint of boasting. It was like I wanted to tell the "shadow" that I still had a mother and that she loved me. According to my (dream) worldview, if I had a mother and was loved by her, that shadow certainly wouldn't be disturbing my sleep. If it were loved and happy, the "shadow" would surely choose to do something else, instead of relentlessly fighting for something that wasn't its own... And if it still knew sadness, felt hurt, and knew how to pity itself, that would be good too. Could that be considered a sign of maturity and independence? Because parents won't be with us forever.
While our parents are still alive, we can show our love through actions. Then, one day, no matter how much we miss them, there will be nothing we can do to change their lives…
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/me-tao-yeu-tao-185260509195349694.htm
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