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motherly love
a very nice reflection to share......
>
>
> my mom only had one eye.
> i hated her... she was such an embarressment..
> my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.
> she collected little weeds and such to sell...
> anything for the money we needed
> she was such an embarressment.
> there was this one day during elementary school..
> it was field day, and my mom came.
> i was so embarressed. how could she do this to
> me? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.
>
> the next day at school...
> "your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..and they
> taunted me.
> i wished that my mom would just dissappear from
> this world
> so i said to my mom,
> "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?!
> if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock,
> why dont you just die?!!!"
> my mom did not respond..
> i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it
> felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to
> say all this time..
> maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished
> me,
> but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very
> badly.
>
> that night...
> i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass
> of water.
> my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she
> was afraid that she might wake me.
> i took a look at her, then turned away.
> because of the thing i had said to her earlier, there
> was something pinching at me in the corner of my
> heart.
> even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of
> her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow up
> and become successful.
> cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our
> desperate poverty..
>
>
>
> then i studied real hard.
> i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied,
> and got accepted in the Seoul University with all
> the confidence i had.
>
> then, i got married.
> i bought a house of my own.
> then i had kids, too..
> now i'm living happily as a successful man.
> i like it here because it's a place that doesnt
> remind me of my mom.
>
> this happiness was getting bigger and bigger,
> when..
>
> what?!
> who's this?!
> ...it was my mother...
> ..still with her one eye.
> it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.
> my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
> and i asked her,
>
> "who are you?!"
> "i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i
> screamed at her," how dare you come to my
> house and scare my daughter!"
>
> "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
>
> and to this, my mother quietly answered,
> "oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong
> address,"
> and she dissappeared out of sight.
>
>
> thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me..
> i was quite relieved.
>
> i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think
> about this for the rest of my life.
> then a wave of relief came upon me...
>
> one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came
> to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going
> on a business trip, i went.
> after the reunion, i went down to the old shack,
> that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity
>
> there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.
> but i did not shed a single tear.
> she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a
> letter to me.
>
> my son...
> i think my life has been long enough now..
>
> and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...
> but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to
> come visit me once in a while?
> i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i
> heard you were coming for the reunion.
> but i decided not to go to the school.
> ...for you...
> and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was
> an embarressment for you.
>
> you see, when you were very little, you got into
> an
> accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt
> stand watching you having to grow up with only
> one eye... so i gave you mine...
> i was so proud of my son that was seeing a
> whole
> new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i
> was
> never upset at you for anything you did.. the
> couple times that you were angry with me,.. i
> thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'
>
> my son... oh, my son...
> i dont want you to cry for me, because of my
> death.
>
> please dont cry...
> my son, i love you so much
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> such a great love.. the story made me love my mother even more..Ü i learned a lot from this story.
>
>
>
> my mom only had one eye.
> i hated her... she was such an embarressment..
> my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.
> she collected little weeds and such to sell...
> anything for the money we needed
> she was such an embarressment.
> there was this one day during elementary school..
> it was field day, and my mom came.
> i was so embarressed. how could she do this to
> me? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.
>
> the next day at school...
> "your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..and they
> taunted me.
> i wished that my mom would just dissappear from
> this world
> so i said to my mom,
> "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?!
> if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock,
> why dont you just die?!!!"
> my mom did not respond..
> i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it
> felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to
> say all this time..
> maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished
> me,
> but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very
> badly.
>
> that night...
> i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass
> of water.
> my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she
> was afraid that she might wake me.
> i took a look at her, then turned away.
> because of the thing i had said to her earlier, there
> was something pinching at me in the corner of my
> heart.
> even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of
> her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow up
> and become successful.
> cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our
> desperate poverty..
>
>
>
> then i studied real hard.
> i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied,
> and got accepted in the Seoul University with all
> the confidence i had.
>
> then, i got married.
> i bought a house of my own.
> then i had kids, too..
> now i'm living happily as a successful man.
> i like it here because it's a place that doesnt
> remind me of my mom.
>
> this happiness was getting bigger and bigger,
> when..
>
> what?!
> who's this?!
> ...it was my mother...
> ..still with her one eye.
> it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.
> my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
> and i asked her,
>
> "who are you?!"
> "i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i
> screamed at her," how dare you come to my
> house and scare my daughter!"
>
> "GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
>
> and to this, my mother quietly answered,
> "oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong
> address,"
> and she dissappeared out of sight.
>
>
> thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me..
> i was quite relieved.
>
> i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think
> about this for the rest of my life.
> then a wave of relief came upon me...
>
> one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came
> to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going
> on a business trip, i went.
> after the reunion, i went down to the old shack,
> that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity
>
> there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground.
> but i did not shed a single tear.
> she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a
> letter to me.
>
> my son...
> i think my life has been long enough now..
>
> and... i wont visit Seoul anymore...
> but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to
> come visit me once in a while?
> i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i
> heard you were coming for the reunion.
> but i decided not to go to the school.
> ...for you...
> and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was
> an embarressment for you.
>
> you see, when you were very little, you got into
> an
> accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt
> stand watching you having to grow up with only
> one eye... so i gave you mine...
> i was so proud of my son that was seeing a
> whole
> new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i
> was
> never upset at you for anything you did.. the
> couple times that you were angry with me,.. i
> thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'
>
> my son... oh, my son...
> i dont want you to cry for me, because of my
> death.
>
> please dont cry...
> my son, i love you so much
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> such a great love.. the story made me love my mother even more..Ü i learned a lot from this story.
>
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