My youth is short for Mom

Living in Hanoi for nearly two years, witnessing a little sunshine and a little rain like that has gradually become a normal thing. On days like that, I often feel heavy and miss the sea breeze of my hometown. Walking slowly on the familiar street, there are rows of newly planted green trees that are being supported to survive the weather, a few flower bushes that were still fresh and blooming in the morning sunlight this morning, but by evening they have withered and crushed by the weight of the downpour. Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind: how can life be so short? Is the most beautiful and brilliant life cycle of a flower like the youth of a person? Also fleeting and passing so quickly?

“Youth” … I often hear people talk a lot about it. There is nostalgia, there is regret, there is joy, and there is sadness… So has anyone among us ever understood what “youth” is? Or have we met our “youth”? ...

For a girl who has just turned 20 - the age of no more dreams but many thoughts. Thinking about life will no longer be through a rose-colored lens with a bright blue sky full of ease and hope. But it will be experiences with painful first stumbles in life. If when I was 18, I thought I was talented. I thought I was capable of doing everything in the world. I had enough energy and passion, enthusiasm and was ready to contribute. Then at 20, I wonder where I am these days, where I am in my ideal life, Iwhere were you in the youthful years of your life? Where did you go? What did you do? Who did you love? How did you live? And havehappy Are not?

I have read many sayings about “youth”. I wonder, is “youth” so difficult to understand and diverse? What is youth that makes people use so many conventions to define it? Can youth be held in hand or measured? What is the taste of youth that makes people so unforgettable?

So, I have asked many people about youth like that. I have been struggling to find what my youth is and wondering why I have not met my youth yet? And until now, at the age of 20, I have realized that: My youth is not something abstract, nor is it something too difficult to understand, and there is no need to use too many beautiful words to describe it. Because my youth is called Mother.

My youth is happiness when I have my mother's love. Maybe my childhood was not complete, I did not have a happy and warm family and I never felt my father's love clearly. But I never thought that it was unfortunate. Because my mother's love, concern and care for me was too great. My mother spent her entire youth loving me and worrying about me until now and perhaps it will never end.

My youth was the days of just eating and studying. My mother's youth was working hard to provide me with everything I needed. My youth was the days of sitting in a cool air-conditioned room in the harsh heat of summer, while my mother's youth was sunbathing in the fields under the scorching heat just to exchange for hardship so that I could have a comfortable life without worries. Yet, I only knew how to use my mother's youth as a necessity. I was indifferent to all her hardships. I even used the youth that my mother did everything to protect to cry, to grieve, to think about unworthy strangers.

Spending time surfing Facebook, we can spend an hour on someone's personal page, writing a long status for someone. All our free time is just sitting there waiting for a message, a call, not knowing if it will come or not. Until now, no guy has ever called me 30 times, no guy has ever sent me more than 30 messages. No guy has ever left a voice message for me, making me cry. Never, never, never... But Mom is always like that. One day, Mom can call me many times, each time for 5-7 short seconds just to ask if I have eaten yet?, or if I am tired? Yet I only know how to use those youthful days to wait for unrealistic things without knowing that Mom is also looking forward to receiving a phone call from her child.

Growing up and living far from home, I realized all the hardships of my mother. At home, my mother worried about every full and plentiful meal. When I went to school far from home, I only ate hastily, unable to take care of my own health. There were days when I missed home, missed my mother's meals, and tried my best to cook a meal as delicious as hers. But when it was over, looking back at the meal, I wished that my mother would sit and eat with me. That's how youth is, it's a trade-off, not a demand for perfection. It's just that my mother's love is so great, her heart is so immense that it protected and protected me to have the most complete youth.

My youth is my mother's sacrifice. If others are luckier than me to have a happy family and abundant material things, then I am luckier than them because I have a mother who loves and sacrifices so that I can be as fulfilled as possible. My mother sacrificed her entire youth, carried and gave birth to me, raised me to be who I am today. Endured all the pain, physical and mental torment just to hope that I would be healthy and successful in life. My youth could have been happy and achieved my dreams. But I understand that it was exchanged for my mother's resignation and loneliness. My youth was to fly in the vast ocean and sky, while my mother's youth was probably just to be by my side, supporting and worrying about me. My youth was to grow up and develop everything, while my mother's youth was a hunched back and gray hair over time. My mother's youth was to accept sacrifices in both health and spirit so that my youth could be healthy and happy.

That's it, Mom used her whole youth, her whole life just for her children. My youth is beautiful when I have Mom and it is only complete when I have Mom. I just want to say that you should not worry about where to find your youth, but start with the smallest things. Don't waste your youth, but realize the true value and meaning of the youth that you need to find and live fully with it, cherish it and give it your all. Youth is beautiful. Don't let it pass by quickly and meaninglessly. I think everyone will have their own youth and thoughts about youth. So what is your youth? As for me, my youth is Mom and my youth days started from Mom's youth...