Remembering the ‘Glorious Moment’ – To the best model worker in my heart, “Mother””

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This post was last edited by LQ198619 on 2017-5-12 06:19. Remembering·Honorable Moments – To the best model worker in my heart, “Mother”. Before starting, I would like to borrow some of the replies from fellow netizens in the thread titled “Remembering·Honorable Moments” to share my own thoughts on model workers: 1. It’s still possible to find true model workers today; they are a product of the planned economy； 2. In my memory, the model workers were chosen by leaders based on their own preferences; connections couldn’t be ruled out ； 3. The image of a model worker in my mind is someone who is eager to help others, works diligently, treats people with sincerity, and is willing to take on hard tasks without complaint; yet in reality, such people are rarely encountered ； I personally think the above three points are quite representative; points 1 and 2 reflect some current realities of society. The model worker image outlined in Article 3 should be one that can gain everyone’s recognition, yet in reality such examples are rarely seen. Taking all of the above into account, and with Mother’s Day approaching soon, I decided to write an article on the theme of mothers that would be well-received by everyone and unlikely to spark controversy, while also using this opportunity to express my fond memories of my mother. The image of my mother in my memory has become very vague, as it has been almost 10 years since she passed away. Over time, the sadness of losing her has shifted from intense grief to something more normal; now, her image mostly appears to me in my dreams. When my mother was still alive, my father and she ran a small restaurant in our local town. To support me and my sister, aside from having some time off during the New Year holidays, my mother would get up early every day to light the stove, buy and wash vegetables, wash rice, and cook. When there was a lot of work, she also had to help with cooking (as the business was too small to afford extra staff; my father was mainly responsible for preparing the dishes). She was busy until the afternoon before she could get some time to rest, and she wouldn’t go home until all the customers had left in the evening. Day after day, year after year, she worked hard like this. Due to frequent exposure to cold water, she developed rheumatism at an early age. I remember that whenever relatives held gatherings, they always hoped that my mother could take some time off to relax, but she would always say that she needed to take care of the business. In my memory, apart from the New Year holidays, she went to visit relatives no more than 10 times in total over those many years. When I first started working in 2006, my mother often warned me to do as much work as possible at the factory. She said it was better to suffer a little loss than to give others a bad impression; the factory wasn’t like home where one could act capriciously or show displeasure by giving people a cold look. Outside, no one would pay attention to such behavior. Although my mother hadn’t received much education and her words weren’t fancy, they were very sincere. More importantly, her hardworking and selfless attitude had a profound influence on me. It was because of her influence that I was able to leave a reputation at the company as someone who is willing to endure hardships and is dependable. What is still fresh in my memory from the beginning of my work is that, as it involved a four-shift, three-shift rotation system, whenever I finished work at midnight during the night shift, my mother would have hot meals ready for me to eat upon returning home. I don’t know exactly when she went to rest, but I can imagine it must have been after 11 p.m., otherwise the meals wouldn’t still be hot. Although my job has changed now, the nature of work still involves shifting shifts, but no one will ever go to such lengths to prepare dinner for me anymore. Although my mother was not a worker and did not contribute anything to society or her workplace, her efforts for our family were tremendous. She fulfilled all her duties as a mother to the best of her ability, and she is truly a model worker in my eyes. Last year, I was honored by my company as a model worker. Although I have accomplished some notable things at work, I believe that all of this is thanks to the influence of my mother’s character on me. Finally, I would like to end with the saying, \"The tree desires peace, but the wind keeps blowing; the child wants to care for his parents, but they are no longer here.\" I hope that all netizens will cherish the time when their parents are still alive, communicate more with them, and share their successes and joys, so as not to end up with regrets like I did.