Commemorative Speech on My Mother

When I was younger, in my middle school years, I would get so angry with her for being my mother. She didn’t teach me how to fold back the bed sheet in my school dormitory; I had to learn from my roommate. Mom’s are supposed to teach their daughters how to fold back the bed sheet. Mine didn’t.

When I first started wearing make-up it wasn’t because she brought me into her room and carefully showed me how to blend soft brown eye shadow into pink on my eyelid. Mom’s are supposed to teach their daughters how to wear make-up. Mine didn’t.

I didn’t know how to take care of the person who I loved until I met my best friends, Alicia, in my high school. Alicia was the one who I talked to about my feeling and my emotions, and she took care of me when I was sick or fell in a bad mood. Mom’s are supposed to teach their daughters how to love and how to care others. Mine didn’t.

In so many ways, I saw only the ways my mother had failed me. She didn’t care about my grade, she didn’t ask about my feeling, and she seldom had a conversation with me. However, if I asked her, she always gave me a lot of pocket money without even thought about “why do I need that much of pocket money” or “how do I spend them”. The only question she would ask was “is that enough?” Except this, there’s no communication between my mother and I.

I remember that one night at my eighteen, I had a big fight with my mother. I shouted at her that I have been so upset because she never cared about me mentally but gave me money. And I think that I would never forget how shocked my mother’s face was. After a quite while, my mother told me that giving me money was the only way she thought to show me that how much she loves me.

After this fight, I tried to understand why my mother has been so busy to earn money. And I began to think that if it was my fault for not telling her what I truly wanted from her. Besides, I thought that this fight was a turning point of our relationship because she talked...