Danielle

I don’t know if I can go so far as to say my mother is my hero, but in any case, my mother is the person I admire the most.

First of all, my mother, named Danielle, was born in 1961, in France. She was the last daughter of six daughters family. She has always lived close to Lyon, and goes on living there with my father. She is married and has two daughters : two twins. She is a chemist and works in an oil company.

I like telling her about everything and anything. She’s cultured and above all open-minded. She taught me many things, taught me to become open-minded too, to discover the world which is around us, be sensible and sensitive to subjects and important problems of our society.

I like her principles such as not to waste power (with television for instance), to respect nature and human beings. (Of course, she has some faults : she is fussy and can’t bear a messy room) However, I’ve not always been in “harmony” with my mother.

There was a period when I didn’t get along well with my mother. We quarreled. She didn't understand me.In fact, I had this in mind. She didn’t let me do what I wanted. I found her demanding. Yet, I’ve always seen myself as a good girl, I didn't have any special problems, I was a good student.

With hindsight, I wonder whether more liberty would have been beneficial or not for me. I felt like a prisoner, but I think limits which my mother had fixed for me were necessary, she wanted to protect me. Sometimes, I felt lonely, and I didn’t see that I could depend on her. I think my mother wanted to give me a childhood without problems, without worry. Better, an unforgettable childhood : I did many activities when I was younger, many sports, many hobbies, she has made me discover music with piano and made me travel in the world. Moreover, I’ve not been quite grateful.

But now, my mother really connects with me. We’ve become close. When I have problems, she is always near to me, and helps me to solve them. Sometimes, she succeeds in foreseeing what bothers me, and comes to speak with me about that.

I think too that she wanted to give me what she didn't have had in her childhood. Her family was torn with the time.

I thank her, because she has succeeded. Mummy, I love you.