A different maternal love
Written by Wang Wei
What is maternal love? Maternal love is the breeze in spring, caressing my soul; maternal love is the warm sun in winter, warming my heart; maternal love is the trickling stream in summer, washing my soul.
When I was a child, I always felt that maternal love could only be found in my own mother. But what I never expected was that I would also receive a noble maternal love from a woman who was not related to me by blood.
That year, I was 6 years old. I suddenly discovered that there was a very beautiful aunt in a restaurant near our home. Dad often takes me to visit that restaurant. She had hair like rose petals, a round face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her tall nose. When you smile, two small dimples will appear next to the corners of your mouth, which gives people a warm feeling. Every time I ran into her shop, I would always shout to the aunt with a smile: "Hello, boss lady!"
Unexpectedly, one day, she quietly walked up behind me and whispered to me: "Little Sister, can you be my goddaughter?" I turned my head and looked confused: This is the first time I have heard the term "goddaughter". What does it mean? She looked at me with a particularly confused look and patiently explained to me. I could understand her expectations from her eyes. After listening to her explanation, I agreed immediately. She was so happy that she immediately hugged me tightly, with a little excitement showing in her eyes. Next, she said to me with a smile: "Baby, don't call me boss's wife from now on, call me godmother!" I said, "Okay, godmother!" I saw the godmother's face filled with joy. Happy smile, looking at her happy look, I also laughed.
Ever since I had a godmother, I have had a different kind of maternal love in my life.
I remember one time, it was the first time that I left my parents and followed my godmother to her hometown-Changde alone. When I first got in the car, I felt very uneasy. I thought of my mother from time to time. The feeling of longing was really uncomfortable. Along the way, my godmother seemed to see through my thoughts, and she hugged me in her arms. At that moment, I felt her arms were so warm. In an instant, a warm current poured through my body. When we arrived at her hometown, I hid behind my godmother like a timid little rabbit
, not daring to say a word. My godmother noticed my timidity, squatted down, looked at me, and kept encouraging me, telling me to be brave and not to be afraid. Later, I finally mustered up the courage to adapt to the new environment. When I go to bed at night, I always like to tuck myself into bed. My godmother is afraid that I will catch a cold, so she lies beside me and covers me with the quilt. In this way, I am sleeping peacefully, but she is worrying about me. I can’t imagine that night. How does a godmother fall asleep...
Now think about it: I am really very happy to have such a godmother. I will always remember my godmother’s kindness to me. The kindness of a drop of water will be repaid by a spring of water! Godmother! When I grow up, I will definitely treat you twice as well and be your filial daughter!
