Write a 500-word composition around the word mother.

1. Write a mother's composition in 500 words, which is a word that makes children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.

Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath.

Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she rushed to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad.

Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet.

But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back.

Can we repay our mother's love? As "Wandering Sons" said: "But how much love the inch-long grass has, I got three springs.

2. Write a mother composition of about 500 words to thank the mother for "the thread in the hands of the loving mother, making clothes for the wayward boy's body."

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "

This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness. When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.

I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day.

"Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder.

I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath.

My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet.

The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good." In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud.

Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finished my homework did my mother ask me to help her with the housework.

Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6.

Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I should be able to have fun without playing the piano.

Mom was very angry when she learned about this and began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? ..... "After listening to my mother, I will never be naughty again.

After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant. There are countless things that my mother nags, sometimes because I am playful, sometimes because my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes because my exam results are not ideal ... but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for nagging, because this nagging has made me who I am today.

My mother cares for me in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring is kind to the grass. I can never repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea! Mother's hands My mother has a pair of skillful hands. Although ugly and full of wrinkles, I think my mother's hands are the warmest in the world. That day, it was so cold that I put my head out of bed and heard the voice of my mother washing clothes in my ear. I was kept awake by my mother, so I got up, walked out of the room and came to the corridor. The biting northwest wind blew head-on, and my heart trembled when I saw my mother's red hands immersed in the water.

I saw a thick layer of ice in a barrel in the corridor. I quickly hid in my room and read a book.

After a while, the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and I vaguely saw my mother's figure shaking. Only ten minutes later, I smelled the food. My mother came into my room and saw that I had got up. She smiled and said to me, "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but I didn't ask you." Maybe I woke you up now? " Then hurry to eat and go to school. "

"Mom, today is Sunday." I warned you.

"Oh, it's useless. I can't figure it out for a few days. " I ate my mother's breakfast and watched her hands turn blue with cold. I've been having a hard time.

Mom's hands are very capable. She can not only cook a good dish, but also wash her clothes and mend them. Sometimes, a dress will be accidentally hooked, but it won't hit my mother. After crossing her left needle and right thread, it will be brand-new; She can also knit sweaters, and a few balls of wool will become a very beautiful dress under the knitting of her mother's skillful hands.

I have a sweater with the pinyin of my name "Mary" on it, which my mother knitted for me. I like this sweater very much. I wear it often and feel very warm. My mother raised me with both hands and taught me the truth of being a man. I will hold her hand, get better grades and build a better life to repay her.

Mother is the greatest and noblest person in the world. I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love since I was born.

In order to raise me well, she did everything a mother could do. What impressed me the most and made me doubly grateful was my mother's kind and sincere smile.

I made progress, and she smiled and praised me; I made a mistake and she criticized me with a smile; When I was complacent, she smiled and threw some cold water on me; When I was decadent and depressed, she smiled and gave me some motivation ... I am a small tree, thriving under the dew of my mother's smile, and I am a small flower, blooming under the warm spring breeze of my mother's smile. I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face.

Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again.

I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in cold winter and made them for me in hot summer.

About writing an essay about maternal love, the 500-word "Only a mother is good in the world ……" is a world popular song. ; Yes, only mother is good in the world. My mother's love for me is like a warm snow, which is irreplaceable. My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck. I love my mother, but my mother loves me more. On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive. Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words. Motherly love is like a warm snow.

Write a 500-word composition with your mother! Mom, this is a word that children all over the world admire; Ah! Motherly love, you are a quiet harbor that nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure, selfless and great. Motherly love only knows how to pay, and does not ask for anything in return!

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

My mother is an extremely ordinary working people, but she has all the virtues of women in China. She works hard and complains. I have worked hard all my life. Every day I see a busy figure, which is my mother's efforts, and a tired figure, which is my mother's sewing for me. Slowly reflect on the past, in life, which day can I lose my mother?

Whenever I cry, my mother will come to comfort me, just like a lonely and helpless bird. My mother will open her wide arms to give me warmth. Whenever I fail in the exam, my mother will come to encourage me and give me confidence and courage to face it again! Once after school, it was raining heavily outside the window and I thought, "Oh, no, I didn't bring my umbrella. What can I do? " If you go back like this, won't you become a drowned rat? "At that time, I was really a cat on hot bricks, jumping straight, but gradually, everyone in the school left, so I rushed out with my schoolbag and ran out of the school. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice calling me from behind: "Baby! Here! ! Here! " I turned around and looked: "Ah! It's mom! " I ran to my mother's arms and looked at her. My hands are red with cold, my body is shaking, and a bitter feeling floats in my heart! Motherly love is the greatest. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can our children repay their mother's love for us?

This composition is 600 words.

5. A composition describing my mother is 500 words. My mother is 1.63 meters tall and has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan. Her curved eyebrows are like willow leaves. Big round eyes, deep; A pointed nose indicates arrogance; Mom often laughs, and when she smiles, there are two small dimples full of sugar.

When I was a child, I liked to snuggle in my mother's arms, because my mother's arms were warm and gave people a very comfortable feeling. Once, my mother was sleeping. I turned left and right, but I still couldn't sleep. Vaguely, I seem to have found a "pillow" that makes me feel comfortable. I quickly climbed over and slept through the night. But when I woke up, I found there was no pillow. That's obviously my mother's arm. Mom saw me awake and asked me with a wry smile: Does this' pillow' make you sleep well? Our mother and daughter are in chaos again.

When I grow up, my mother doesn't spoil me as much as when I was a child, but she is very strict with me. The time spent playing has dropped rapidly. I just study all day. Sometimes my mother will teach me a lesson if I don't do well in the exam. After class, I will say, "Mom, I'm sorry. I will study hard in the future. " Mom will also say, "Mom was a little anxious just now, but only by studying hard can she get into a good university …". Mom, I know you are good for me, and I will definitely try my best.

In life, my mother cares about me very much. Summer night, it's too hot to turn on the air conditioner, but it's not good for your health to turn on the air conditioner for a long time. My mother had to open the window, but the wind outside the window was not enough. My mother could only resist sleepiness and secretly fan me until I fell asleep safely. When mosquitoes came in at night, my mother wrapped me in a quilt and let me out a little after killing mosquitoes. By chance, I learned that the breeze at night was brought to me by my mother, and the tranquility at night was also brought to me by my mother. I said to my mother, "thank you, mom!" " My mother smiled and said, "You are my daughter. It is right for me to fan you to fight mosquitoes. " I cried. It was a moving tear.

This is my mother. How are you?

I wrote a 500-word composition for my mother in the sixth grade. I have known many people since I was a child when I came to this world. However, what impressed me most was my mother.

My mother's figure is neither fat nor thin, with short black hair and special spirit. Mother has a pair of sharp eyes, and nothing I can do can escape her eyes. However, when my mother laughs, her eyes are like a curved moon like mine, so cute!

My mother's specialty is writing. She has published dozens of essays and poems in newspapers and magazines, and there are many award certificates!

My mother's hobbies are: playing computer, listening to music, knitting sweaters and reading books ... My sweaters with beautiful patterns are all my mother's masterpieces.

What is most worth mentioning is my mother's love for me.

I remember when I was in the first grade, it rained heavily one day, and my way to school turned into a river. Many people stood there, not knowing what to do.

Only my mother waded through the mud behind my back without hesitation. At that time, my tears fell. I'm really worried that my mother will catch a cold. My mother patted me on the head and went to work in wet shoes and pants without saying anything. ...

I always feel sad when I look at the back of my mother who left in a hurry. I think that when I grow up, I must repay my mother well.

However, sometimes I am afraid of my mother. Because my mother is very strict with me in all aspects, of course, I have played a lot, but I have never blamed my mother, because my mother said that hitting children really hurts my mother's heart.

This is my mother. She not only gave me life and love, but also taught me a lot about being a man.

7. There are 500 essays about my mother: 1. My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.

My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age. I remember one thing, which I will never forget.

It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down.

I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles."

He picked up his wallet. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.

When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

My mother is thirty-four, and she doesn't look old. There are a pair of big watery eyes on the face of melon seeds. They are very tall, neither fat nor thin.

My mother loves me very much and pays more attention to my study. Some time ago, Galen's English teacher told us that there was a national English competition. I hope everyone can actively participate and show themselves.

I signed up for the English song competition. After freshman year, my mother began to look for songs online. After locking the song, my mother taught herself to sing first, whining every day, and began to teach me after singing.

The song my mother chose for me is the English version of Girl with Wings. At that time, it was in the final review stage, and the exam was coming soon. My mother spends an hour every day to help me practice singing and correct my pronunciation, so as not to delay my review.

Many things happen. I successfully passed the preliminary competition of the Stadium Division and the rematch of Jinzhou City, and entered the final of Liaozhong Division. If Liaozhong Division can win, I can enter the national finals, which I have been looking forward to for a long time. Mother is very filial to her parents.

On one occasion, grandma was ill and admitted to the hospital with mild cerebral thrombosis. This really worried my mother. She takes care of her grandmother in the hospital every day, washes her face and helps her practice walking.

Grandma comes home from the hospital, and my mother does housework, washing clothes, cooking and mopping the floor ... Every New Year's Day, my mother never forgets to buy some gifts for her grandparents. I want to follow my mother's example and be a good boy who respects my parents.

Every summer, my mother always says she is fat and only eats two meals a day. Do you know why she did it? Because she wants to lose weight and wear fashionable clothes to make herself more beautiful. This is my mother, sometimes gentle, sometimes severe, sometimes lovely, I love my beautiful mother! My mother is of medium height, fair-skinned, not very beautiful but dignified and generous, dressed like a human being, not fashionable but elegant.

Mother has a bad personality and often loses her temper. Every coin has its two sides. Do you want to know? Mother is an ingenious person who can make many exquisite handicrafts.

The wind chimes she made are very beautiful, in all shapes and colors. They hang in front of my window. They are very beautiful, especially some decorations under the wind chimes are very beautiful. Whenever the wind blows, they will emit sweet * * *, which sounds like wings and can fly far away. I like my mother's handwriting, neat and clear; She is good at typing with five strokes on the computer. Only urr saw ten fingers flying up and down on the keyboard, which dazzled you. With just a few clicks, a long line of words appears on the computer screen.

Mother likes singing and sings very well. I can hum the songs she can sing, but I don't like listening to songs and I don't want to sing. Mom is also good at conditioning in family life. Her steamed bread is round and white and has a special fragrance. They are delicious. I have a healthy body, and I can't do without those delicious steamed buns.

Mom's cooking is more delicious. I like her snacks best, such as fried cabbage, mutton kebabs, steamed stuffed buns and mushrooms, which are much more delicious than those sold on the road. I don't have enough to eat. Mom is a very serious and careful person.

When she takes something seriously, her eyes are so wide that she won't stop until there is no result. She is more careful when typing on the computer. No matter how wonderful any sound or program appears on TV, she seems to have never heard or seen it.

Mom also has many shortcomings. Usually I dare not say that writing a composition today is a good opportunity. My mother has a bad temper and is always angry for no reason. When she speaks, she often raises her voice by an octave, which scares me. Then the air in the whole room seems to be cold, so I naturally have no good fruit to eat. I think it would be better if she didn't lose her temper. At least I won't be treated as a punching bag.

What's more, sometimes my mother doesn't keep her word. For example, I once agreed to take me to Tianqi Temple on Sunday afternoon. I was very happy and prepared early, but she didn't take me because she didn't get enough sleep in the afternoon. I was really disappointed.

Also, my mother always compares my shortcomings with the advantages of others, which is what I hate most. I really hope my mother can get rid of these bad habits and make our family full of joy forever.

This is my mother, a respectable, lovely person with personality, but people can't understand her temper. I love my mother, forever, forever.

8. Mom's composition of 500 words (1) One night, I accidentally bit my tongue out of blood.

I shouted, "Mom! Come and see, my tongue is bleeding. " Mother quickly brought me two bottles of "oral liquid" to drink.

I only drink one bottle and ask my mother, "How do you know that my tongue won't bleed after drinking two bottles of oral liquid?" "Of course! Am I your mother? " Mom smiled.

When I got up the next day, the sore on my tongue really disappeared. I asked my mother, "You are not a doctor. How can you be right? " Mother said, "I don't know you yet." You are sexy. Plus you've been sleeping late these days, and you bite your tongue when you get angry. "

When I was a child, my mother was my home. No matter where I am, as long as my mother is there, my young mind can be quiet.

Now that I have grown up, my mother has devoted countless efforts to me, hoping that I can grow into a towering tree one day. Once, my aunt and I went to Shahe Department Store to buy shoes.

My aunt bought a pair of shoes for my cousin, and I also asked my aunt to buy me a pair. I looked at every pair of shoes carefully and didn't know which one to buy.

I walked and watched. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I took a fancy to a pair of sports shoes with a price tag of 138 yuan. When I got home, my mother saw my new shoes and asked me where I bought them.

I said, "At Shahe Department Store, 138 yuan." Mother said: "children don't have to spend so much money to buy a pair of shoes, but also buy cheaper ones."

In order to punish me, my mother "banned" my pocket money for one year and returned 138 from my savings to my aunt. I suddenly lost 138, and I felt very sad and a little unhappy.

My mother saw this and said to me, "It's not that my mother has no money for you. This time, I just want you to know that when you grow up, you must learn to be responsible for everything you do. " This time is to teach you a lesson. "

From then on, I never dare to buy anything casually. When I was in the second grade, I once came to my mother's office and saw many classmates reading my mother's compositions.

I asked, "Mom, what is this?" Mother replied, "They will take part in the composition competition on behalf of the school." I whispered, "fortunately, I am a sophomore, so I don't have to take part in any competitions."

Mother listened and said loudly, "why don't you start writing tonight!" " "I was taken aback." As a second-grade pupil, I won't take part in such an advanced competition. " "Don't attend, no matter how to write a composition tonight! "I was frightened by my mother's strength.

The night before the game, I said to my mother, "I'd better not take part." Mother said, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter if you don't win the prize, as long as you try your best."

After listening to these words, I was convinced and finally won the Excellence Award in this year's South Leaf Cup "Father's Birthday" competition. It is this award that gives me confidence to take part in this competition.

Today, my mother accompanied me here to participate in the competition again. With my mother's encouragement, I believe I can do it. When I was a child, my mother was my home.

When I grow up, my mother is my eternal spring. Thank you, mom.

(2) I saw a teacher giving students homework on TV: I went home to wash my mother's feet. Listening to the strange task assigned by the teacher, the students looked surprised: usually my mother washes our feet. Now, we are embarrassed to wash our mother's hair. If the students know, where should we put our faces? After reading it, I was filled with emotion.

Is it really "embarrassing" to wash the feet of the mother who has worked so hard to raise herself? At that moment, I had the idea of washing my mother's feet. In the evening, my mother was puzzled to learn that I was going to wash her feet. I don't know what medicine is sold in the gourd.

She reluctantly agreed after my repeated requests. I happily made a big pot of hot water and said to my mother, "Mom, let's knit a sweater later, and then talk about soaking our feet."

I dragged my mother to the chair, helped her roll up her pants and take off her socks. Her legs are shaking.

(Detail) "Mom, is it cold?" "Well, a little." "Just wait for the bubble."

I soaked my mother's feet in water and rubbed them hard for her. Suddenly, like an electric shock, my mother pulled her feet out of the basin and splashed water on my face. (Details again) "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "Mom's feet hurt."

I looked down carefully and was shocked to find that there were many chilblains on my mother's feet. "Mom, what's the matter?" Mother smiled faintly and said, "When I was a child, my mother washed your feet, and you were always dishonest.

Once, my mother poured a pot of boiling water, and before it could be mixed with water, the pot was knocked over (kicked) and the boiling water burned my mother's feet. It was dog days, and my mother was busy at work every day. When she didn't take it seriously, she got frostbite, which happens every year ... "Washing her mother's feet is very detailed.

My heart suddenly seems to have been hit by something, and my eyes are moist. I didn't catch what my mother said in the back. I didn't expect so many stories hidden in my mother's feet. I never knew. I silently held my mother's feet and rubbed them carefully.

Mother's feet have a thick layer of calluses, and some places have cracked. After soaking in water, although it is not so stinging, it can still be clearly felt. I can't help feeling sour in my heart. Tears of disappointment are coming again, dripping into the basin.

I blame myself for misunderstanding my mother before. When I was a child, I was very happy. My mother and I were inseparable. I grew up healthily under the care of my mother.

After school, my mother had to leave her hometown to work because of the heavy family burden. When I was a child, I was always unhappy to see my classmates sent in and out by my parents.

Especially on rainy days, I am always eager to find my mother in the umbrella delivery team, but I am always disappointed every time. In my heart, I hate my mother. A sense of loss suddenly welled up in my mind, feeling that happiness is really far away from me.

Now, looking at my mother's feet, I understand everything. In this cold winter, has mother ever thought about her sore feet? All she worries about is her daughter, who is trying to knit her a sweater.

And how can I feel the pain that my mother is not understood by my daughter? Unconsciously, the water was a little cold, so I quickly added some boiling water to the basin and hugged my mother.