The idea of writing about some family-related memories appealed to me. I am an only child in a family with loving parents. Since I have no siblings, most of my memories involve my mother, a very important person in my life. My childhood was filled with my mother’s care, love, and attention. She always tried to give me a many-sided education. Knowing that reading wasn’t quite my favorite pastime, for my eighth birthday she gave me a thick book, called “The Prince and the Peasant.” We read the first chapter aloud, together.
Her criticism, and intriguing intonations fascinated and interested me so much, that I gladly read the whole book. Since then, reading became one of my favorite hobbies. My mother also supported my interest in music when I was twelve. She always was around to pay attention, and to help me learn to play the piano. At the time, my father attended the University, and it was hard for us to afford music-lessons, but my mother found ways to pay for it. She made up the grateful audience to all of my newly-learned pieces.
Even if I wasn’t very good at it, she always supported me, and assured me that I would succeed. She always attended concerts given for parents, at the music school, and she would always applaud me when I finished playing my piece. Every summer, my parents and I, would go on vacation to the Carpathian Mountains in Ukraine. Since I wasn’t very healthy as a child, my mother tried to help me feel better, by taking holistic medicine, such as certain herbs and mineral water. Our whole family stayed in a sanitarium.
The Essay on Korean Society Family Children Parents
The Difference in Traditional and current Korean Family Structure The traditional Korean Society retains a strong Confucian tradition, which is clearly manifested in the strong devotion to the family. This tradition combined with the passionate nature of Koreans can perhaps explain strong loyalties felt between relatives, co-workers, classmates, and friends. This is all true of Korean society ...
From there, we often ventured to local rivers, lakes, and mountain streams, gathering medicinal herbs, and watching the sunset. I find remembering these outings, and the nature very pleasing. The medicinal knowledge I received there about holistic medicine, often helps me find a cure when I am sick. My mother taught me how to socialize with different people: at work, or with friends.
She often told me about what she did at work, and what went on. She would tell me of dialogues that she had with her bosses, how other people conversed with their boss, and what would be the right thing to say in the situation. Still she often gives me advice on solving my problems. Of course we did have some disagreements. I remember, when I was about fifteen, I used to love spending all my free time outside, hanging out with my friends. My mother didn’t always favor that, and often we argued because she thought I didn’t spend any time with her.
I would often lose track of time, and sit outside with my friends until nighttime, and she would often come outside to get me. This would always upset me, and we would have a long fight about each time, it as soon as I got home. At about twenty years old, I realized how strange her character was, not able to withstand opposition. Most of our disagreements, however, occurred due to minor causes. Whenever I came home tired, from work in need of some rest, she would always urge me right away to clean up, or to go grocery shopping, telling me not to be lazy. Personally, at those times I had no will to even move, more so to go grocery shopping.
Even now we often have arguments, but we settle them quickly, because we can’t live very long without each other. I often let her win at arguments, knowing that she only wants what’s good for me, and that she won’t back down anyway. Seven years ago, I moved to the US. The distance between us only reminds me of how much I miss being with my mother, her kindness, her care, and her support.
I try to call every week, and to hear her voice. And if she’s not home, then to just leave a message – to remind her that I miss her.
