Recently, I visited my mother in my hometown. She was overjoyed to see me, and through her facial expression I felt her love beyond words. When I was about to leave after I spent some time chatting with her, my mother turned her head and wiped her tears.
In my childhood, I never knew what she felt in her heart. I used to walk under streetlights with resentment toward my mother who always arrived home late at night because of her work.
However, I came to realize the love of my mother through my wife. When I come home from work, my wife warmly welcomes me and my sons run into my arms with bright smiles. While I rest my fatigued body, my wife tirelessly does the housework and takes good care of her children. Previously, I took it for granted that my wife should take the trouble to care for our family. However, through my wife, I was able to feel the love and sacrifice of a mother. My mother too must have had a hard time taking care of her family in poverty. I was such an immature child that I only thought of myself.
“Why are you staring lat me like that?”
My wife asked me probably because he felt my eyes on her while I was deep in thought.
“Cause you are so beautiful . . . ”
I’m truly thankful to my wife for being a devoted mother and giving me a great realization. Through this writing, I also give thanks to my mother who must have gone through many hardships to raise me.