Strictness is also a kind of love. Strictness is also a kind of love. Strictness is also a kind of love. It is also a kind of love. It is also a kind of love for my mother. She used to be a very good teacher, but for some reasons, she changed her career. In my impression, my mother is very strict, which even makes me feel that she is not my real mother. However, she grew up. Now that I am sensible, I gradually find that strictness is also a way for mothers to love their children. I remember when I was a child, I always thought I was not my mother's own. How can a mother be so strict with her children! What I remember most clearly is the events between 10 and 12. Every time I come back from vacation, my mother will let me read whatever books I want, but I just can't read unhealthy and useless books. Children's nature is to play, let alone let me have the mood to study. Every time I want to surf the internet, I am ruthlessly rushed back. By the sixth grade, I thought that when I grew up, my mother would not be strict with me anymore. But who would have thought that as I grew older, she was more and more strict with me, so strict that she wouldn't let me go out of the city! I didn't understand my mother's behavior more and more, whether it was good for me or hurt me, until the day I was in the first grade. That day, my mother sat down to talk to me for the first time. After that long talk, I finally understood the sentence "If you are poor, you will think about change". In the past few months in junior high school, I can settle down and read in that after-school self-study class; When my friend just wants to go out, I'm not tempted at all. Without my strict mother, I think I would be nothing, nothing, and I don't know where I would go to a second-rate school without my mother's hard-earned money. I wouldn't have such a good life without my mother.

Therefore, sometimes strictness is also a kind of love.