The person I admire the most

my father who is generally niggardly with praise is extremely generous where our mother is concerned. He spoke of her once as selfless, sacrificial and devoted and to this I would like to add: helpful and understanding. It is not unusual for us teenagers to run into little problems and then to boggle at them. Whatever we do, she is there solidly with us to help us. I am convinced that one of the greatest boons in life is to have a devoted, selfless, helpful mother. I have. Definitely she is the person I admire most in this world.

There is no gap separating us. Children, from our mother and we do not create that artificial barrier called the 'generation gap'. To her I am an open book and, as a rule. I do not pry into her personal problems, if at all she has any. She speaks little and has a patient ear for our rigmarole. Our conversation, often one-sided, can be long and topics may range from the pranks of my little sister to something new in chemistry that I learnt at school.

A quality that I admire most in her is her selfless devotion to us. Her own interests are of little importance to her where ours are involved. The meals will he ready at the time we need them. She will forego a good night's sleep without a murmur, nursing us when we are ill. Her personal possessions are meager and they have to be so. In her scheme of things our interests come first. The little ornaments we wear today were hers. In the knowledge of fashions she seems to excel over us. She seems to take secret delight in seeing us fashionably dressed.

My mother has an undeclared philosophy and that is to use to the full one's abilities and she practices rather than preach it. In spite of all the domestic chores, she finds time to read and often she reads books that have educational value. She knows a lot about child psychology and now adolescent psychology.