I don't know where to talk about mother's love for me, and I don't know if an article can tell about mother's love for me. But one thing I understand is that the deep and shallow scratches on the wall from low to high are my growth footprints and also record my mother's love for me.
Since I had one meter four, my mother began to record my height. As I grew older and taller, I jumped from one meter four to one meter six. She has been happy for a long time, and she loves to measure my height even more.
In junior high school, I'm also a little impatient. I always feel that my mother does more than that.
One day at noon, when I came home, it was my mother's smiling face when I opened the door. He stood at the door to welcome me home. She said, "now how do you look tall again? Come and measure your height! " My mother took care of my collar, pulled my corners, patted the ashes on me, and was about to stroke my stubbornly short hair. When I turned my head slightly and pushed her hand away without leaving any trace, she didn't find out. She was so excited that she pushed me to the wall like a child. I turned away unhappily, frowned and said impatiently, "no matter how high it is." Mother pretended to be angry: "straighten up your waist, don't bow like a shrimp!" I went straight to the living room and sat down.
Come here! I don't think you're too tall. You're a little taller than your father! How, dare not measure it? " My mother used the aggressive method to excite me. I got the move. Although she didn't want to, she compared me with her father. I was not satisfied and "hum". I jumped to the corner of the wall where my height was measured. I stepped on my feet, straightened my back and looked straight ahead. She smiled again, and compared my head with a triangle ruler to form a right angle. She saw her mother holding her head high, tiptoeing slowly, biting her lips, squinting and aiming, and finding the reference point. "Well, another centimeter high!" She contentedly scratched a deep scratch on the wall. My mother's heel touched me slowly and reassuringly, and said, "I've grown up, and it's only my shoulder. Now I'm half taller!" I looked down at my mother a little. She had a lot of smile on her face.
For a moment, my heart suddenly trembled, I almost twisted away my mother's happiness, and an uncomfortable feeling welled up in my heart. I've been so much taller than my mother, but I found I didn't grow up!
I'm one meter six five now, a head taller than my mother. She always pays attention to my height so proudly and happily.
Mother often said: "you are so tall, it is the first success in my life!" At that moment, my mother is so tall, she has a new height in my heart!