Mother, you make me grow up

　　When I was young, I often complained that you control too much, home late from school to control, Sunday to the creek to catch fish to control, and play with small partners to control, watched TV close to control, and wrote homework on the table to control, as if all this is in the jurisdiction of the mother, looking at the brother went out to play alone, they feel that it is not biological to do so, so they look forward to growing up quickly, to get out of the constraints of the mother sooner. The first thing you need to do is to get out of your mother's way and start living your own life sooner.

　　Later, when I went to college, I realized that when I came home late from school, you were always looking at the door; when I sneaked out to catch fish on Sundays, I would put the fish containers under my bed, and no one asked for them for a long time, and one day when I was cleaning, I realized that there was a smell of corruption coming from the containers, and I looked at the corpses of the fish, and I was inexplicably sad for a while; when I played with my classmates, I realized that my arms were often broken or dislocated, and I realized that I had osteoporosis since I was a child. I know that I have had osteoporosis since childhood, a fall on a rainy day will make the arm fracture, there is no other way but to reduce exercise, go to college and look at others on the sports program as light as a swimming cloud, but they are timid, but also so that they have developed an introverted and inferior character, thought gradually will forget, but in Xinjiang police examination physical examination when looking at the doctor said the so-called slight "deformity "The fact is that you will be able to find a corner to hide, and once again the idea of humility, out of the hospital tears can not stop flowing down, call to tell my mother, if so why then left me with sequelae, I asked you why my arm is different from others, why you lied to me that there is nothing different.

　　Mom, do you know that when talking to classmates about the joys of childhood, you do not know how much I hate you, every time you sneak out to play, came home is a beating, occasionally glimpse the tears in your eyes, once will also be honest and fearful. The first time you wanted to use your wings to wrap me up tightly, so I lost the opportunity to adapt to society, have you ever thought about how such a bird can fly in the blue sky, how to withstand the trials and tribulations of life, the forging of society, the wasted years.

　　To get out of your jurisdiction as soon as possible, since the graduation in 07, on the western train to Xinjiang, changing the name of the title of the western volunteers, so hurriedly to the west. Walk the track of Xuanzang westward, all the way or green trees, vast grasslands, desert Gobi, and rolling snow-capped mountains, the journey seems to have spent the winter, summer, spring, and autumn, a life of vicissitudes. For the first time in the work, blind learning, talk less than considered, so that the taunting and teasing of others, only to feel that it is not too clumsy, or not experienced so it will not adapt. Time and again hit the south wall does not die, and time and time again head broken blood, only to know that society is not so easy to melt in and out. Looking at the city of high-rise buildings, and traffic, where is their landing place?

　　I hurriedly escaped from Xinjiang, after two years of volunteer service, learned to contact the society, how to deal with the complexity of world affairs, and how to face the hidden in the heart of society. To the current work position, from an ordinary worker to do, from the grassroots business, only to know that they are useful, there are so many things to learn, these people will not discriminate against you because of your previous character or other, the masters do not tire of pouring out the professor, so that I continue to grow in the work, a little bit into their work, a little bit of organization and name to do all the work.

　　In the quiet time, looking back on all kinds of past, there are joy and sorrow should thank these ever experienced all kinds of, let me a little bit of growth, thanks to these people in the road of our life to give us help and support, thanks to those who hurt us, let us gradually mature, thanks to those who help us, let us in the lonely single road is no longer alone.

　　Every time I go home for the holidays, I see the wrinkles on my mother's face like water waves, the gradually graying hair, and the gradually hunched body, I know that you have gradually aged out, and I am gradually growing up as an adult. I always thought that if I didn't pay attention deliberately, then I would still be a child, and I would still be the mother who chased me constantly when I was young, until the sudden death of my grandmother, I realized that it was not deliberately avoiding, some things would not happen.

　　I always wanted to tell you, mom, thank you, thank you for letting me keep growing and letting me know that everything you gave me is something I can't repay for the rest of my life. Thank you, mom, it is your constant prodding that makes me know how to be grateful and how to continue my life, thank you for giving me life, thank you for giving me a gorgeous and colorful life, thank you for giving me a heart that is hardworking, enthusiastic and knows how to be grateful.