My Dear Mother, My Sunshine
By: Otabayeva Husniya Sharofiddin
Humanity was created in such a way that it wants to say the most precious and most attractive words about life, about the cradle of life — the mother. Mother is the miracle of existence, the great and unique power, the priceless blenssig However, the joy and happiness of both words and life begin with the mother. The.
So, this colorful world, this vibrant world is beautiful, meaningful, and fascinating because of the mother. When I think about the power of the mother to give meaning to life, to enrich its essence, I remember my childhood. The taste of my loving mother, the kindness and goodness she showed us, the beautiful moments she gave us — happy, innocent ones.
Mother is the support, the foundation of the nation. She is the gold that never rusts, the stainless one. The nation lives forever because of the mother. A mother’s love is the life of a child, the source of a child’s needs, its inexhaustible power. Motherly love is not only about caring for or being responsible for a child, but also about how magnificent and perfect her world is, and how she gives light and vitality to the highest value of life. A mother is ready to do anything for her child.
My mother’s place in my life is also a piece. I wouldn’t trade her for any riches. I am indebted to her for all the services she has done for us, for the care she has given us, for the love she has shown us. She is the one who made me who I am. Every time I achieve something, I feel my mother’s contribution. With her upbringing and education, I have achieved many successes and results today. My mother has gone through many things for me — so that I could be knowledgeable, enlightened, and educated. She created all the conditions for me to pursue my interests and gain knowledge. For example, she was always there for me, buying all the tools, paints, and pencils I needed to prepare for my interest in fine arts, taking me to competitions, and so on. She left work to go to the sports complex in the regional center so that we could practice chess. Even though she didn’t dress well, didn’t join friends, and didn’t go to training camps, she created all the opportunities for us, and it brings tears to my eyes now when I think about it. She spent her life for us, but at that time I did not understand it, did not appreciate it. I am always proud that I have such a mother. Even now, we are young children to her, and she is always worried about us.
Thanks to my mother’s services, today I am the winner of many chess competitions, a student of a prestigious university, a participant in many projects and competitions, and the recipient of a Navoi state scholarship. I have reached a level where I can learn foreign languages, help and advise others, and many of my peers envy me. All of this is the result of my mother’s attention, service, and investment in my education, sacrificing many things for me. All of this is not my achievement, but that of my dear mother. Now it is my turn to make her happy, bring beauty and happiness to her life, and accept her blessings by responding to her good deeds.
Especially when I remember those days, I feel different — the sacrifice a mother can make for her child is immense. After completing the 9th grade, admissions for the Presidential schools began, and exams started in our region. At that time, we would go far away and study at training centers to prepare for the relevant subjects. She would find teachers for us and wait for us to come out of training. On the day of the exam, she would wait for us in the summer, in the scorching heat. At that time, she suffered so much, endured for us, and lived with difficulties. I realized that a mother is always capable of going through anything. Yes, my mother suffered a lot for us. Of course, now that she sees the fruits of all this, her eyes shine with happiness.
It is our duty as children to always protect, honor, and love our mothers. Let us cherish them and speak sweet words to them whenever we are around. When we are happy, they feel happier than us. Our parents are the crown on our heads.
Otabayeva Husniya Sharofiddin is a Urgench State Pedagogical Institute, 3rd-year student of the Primary Education Department
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