Choi Mi-ran
I am the eldest child, and my earliest memories go back to my school years. I often wonder why I quarreled with my mother so much back then. Though I was her only daughter, I rarely listened to her, and my father would often scold me when he came home from work. Perhaps that is why I grew up feeling as though I had not truly received my mother’s love.
One day, I came across an old videotape from my childhood—a recording of one of my birthdays. On the screen, I was clinging to my mother in tears, while she comforted me tenderly in her arms. I later learned that at the slightest sound of my crying, she would drop everything—whether folding laundry or washing dishes—and rush to my side. Even though I do not remember those moments myself, I began to realize the depth of the love with which she had raised me. Despite our modest means, she had even managed to prepare a camcorder so she could capture those precious memories.
Watching the video of my mother patiently soothing me as I cried on her back brought tears to my eyes. Once so young and beautiful, she gave everything to raise me, sacrificing her own youth and beauty for my sake. My heart overflowed with both gratitude and deep remorse.
Through my mother’s example, I have come to realize the immeasurable love and sacrifice of Heavenly Mother. I am grateful to Her for raising me with a love greater than Her own, cherishing me as precious and dear. She gave everything to nurture me as a beloved child of heaven and poured out Her boundless love without reserve.