I wish my mom loved me too
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Book Introduction
- A word from MD
- The relationship that is most loving but also most easily hurt is that between a mother and a daughter.
This book is the author's personal story, but it also contains stories of mothers and daughters all over the world.
37 heartwarming stories of loving mothers that will leave you deeply moved.
- Essay MD Kim Tae-hee
To you who has the name 'Mom'
Warm comfort I want to convey
37 Stories to Embrace Every Daughter and Mother in the World
This book is filled with warm comfort and encouragement for those who call themselves 'mothers.'
The image of a mother and daughter who love each other too much and are in pain from each other's wounds, but who also hate each other too much and hurt each other, is similar to the image of all 'mothers and daughters' in this world, and has received sympathy and praise from many readers.
“I bought it to read myself, but I couldn’t keep it to myself, so I bought it again.” “It’s full of things I want to say to my mom.” “I was so moved the whole time I was reading it that I had a hard time holding back my emotions.” Readers who read this book have all lavished praise on it, reminding them of their own mothers.
This is also the reason why it has been loved for a long time as a book that daughters read first and give as a gift to their mothers.
In particular, the author's unique writing style, written as if speaking, sounds like 'my words' to my mother.
So, although it contains personal stories, as I read it, 'My Mother' comes to mind.
It's a smooth read, but my eyes keep stopping at the words that seem like 'my heart'.
This book was written from a daughter's perspective, perhaps because the daughter's thoughts about her mother were added to it.
It has the power of comfort that makes not only daughters but also mothers reflect on themselves.
A book that can be given as a gift between a daughter and her mother.
I send my warm support and encouragement to all the daughters and mothers who read this book.
Warm comfort I want to convey
37 Stories to Embrace Every Daughter and Mother in the World
This book is filled with warm comfort and encouragement for those who call themselves 'mothers.'
The image of a mother and daughter who love each other too much and are in pain from each other's wounds, but who also hate each other too much and hurt each other, is similar to the image of all 'mothers and daughters' in this world, and has received sympathy and praise from many readers.
“I bought it to read myself, but I couldn’t keep it to myself, so I bought it again.” “It’s full of things I want to say to my mom.” “I was so moved the whole time I was reading it that I had a hard time holding back my emotions.” Readers who read this book have all lavished praise on it, reminding them of their own mothers.
This is also the reason why it has been loved for a long time as a book that daughters read first and give as a gift to their mothers.
In particular, the author's unique writing style, written as if speaking, sounds like 'my words' to my mother.
So, although it contains personal stories, as I read it, 'My Mother' comes to mind.
It's a smooth read, but my eyes keep stopping at the words that seem like 'my heart'.
This book was written from a daughter's perspective, perhaps because the daughter's thoughts about her mother were added to it.
It has the power of comfort that makes not only daughters but also mothers reflect on themselves.
A book that can be given as a gift between a daughter and her mother.
I send my warm support and encouragement to all the daughters and mothers who read this book.
- You can preview some of the book's contents.
Preview
index
prolog
Part 1 I like my mother's face
My mother is a smoker.
A woman who has been married twice
When you want to return your mother to her original state
I wish my mom loved me too
My mom didn't dream of becoming a mom either.
I like my mom's face
In the name of mother
The meaning of rough hands
Even moms sometimes find it difficult to be moms.
Part 2 I fell in love with you
The name of that warm woman, Lee Hee-jung
As I lived, I came to love that person
The time when wounds become flowers
My dad likes long hair
Mom said I'm lonely too
What does a daughter mean to a mother?
Even mothers have the right to have a 'role' sometimes.
dazzlingly, brightly
A warm and honest word
I want to keep you by my side for a long time
Part 3: My Mother's Wounds Became My Own
Without even knowing that my mother was withering away
A heart that doesn't love its mother
I'm an awkward mom
The mother's true story
Our mother and daughter's comforting method
Survival Guide for Seoul Women Born in Seoul
Mom, I want to eat out sometimes too.
I'm sorry I'm a daughter who can't do anything for you.
Love too much or hate too much
Part 4: Maybe it was the first time I saw my mother properly.
My mom is more beautiful than flowers
Welcome to the powerful girlhood
I need a break
On days when I miss you, when I want to see you
Mom bloomed, blooming profusely
How we live and how we love
There are things only daughters can do.
When a daughter grows up, she learns to love her mother.
Until the end of the world, I am my mother's daughter
Epilogue
Part 1 I like my mother's face
My mother is a smoker.
A woman who has been married twice
When you want to return your mother to her original state
I wish my mom loved me too
My mom didn't dream of becoming a mom either.
I like my mom's face
In the name of mother
The meaning of rough hands
Even moms sometimes find it difficult to be moms.
Part 2 I fell in love with you
The name of that warm woman, Lee Hee-jung
As I lived, I came to love that person
The time when wounds become flowers
My dad likes long hair
Mom said I'm lonely too
What does a daughter mean to a mother?
Even mothers have the right to have a 'role' sometimes.
dazzlingly, brightly
A warm and honest word
I want to keep you by my side for a long time
Part 3: My Mother's Wounds Became My Own
Without even knowing that my mother was withering away
A heart that doesn't love its mother
I'm an awkward mom
The mother's true story
Our mother and daughter's comforting method
Survival Guide for Seoul Women Born in Seoul
Mom, I want to eat out sometimes too.
I'm sorry I'm a daughter who can't do anything for you.
Love too much or hate too much
Part 4: Maybe it was the first time I saw my mother properly.
My mom is more beautiful than flowers
Welcome to the powerful girlhood
I need a break
On days when I miss you, when I want to see you
Mom bloomed, blooming profusely
How we live and how we love
There are things only daughters can do.
When a daughter grows up, she learns to love her mother.
Until the end of the world, I am my mother's daughter
Epilogue
Detailed image
Into the book
A mother who is about to wash the dishes after clearing the table of food.
My mom insists on doing the dishes even when I say I will.
My mom told me not to get married because I would be doing all kinds of hard work for the rest of my life even if no one told me not to.
A mother who lived like that herself but decided not to let her daughter live like that.
I stare blankly at my mother's back and think.
I wish my mom loved me a little more.
As much as you love me.
--- From "I wish Mom loved Mom too"
My mom said she couldn't sleep a wink all night the day I called her crying.
I wondered why my daughter, who didn't know how to say she was tired or sick, had to call her mother so late at night.
I wonder if I would have called my mom that early in the morning if I had no one to call and confide in.
I feel sorry for that daughter.
Because I couldn't be there to wipe away your tears and comfort you.
Because I don't know everything that's going on.
--- From "The Time When Wounds Become Flowers"
I don't know what kind of person my mother was, what her life was like, what kind of girl she was in those days, what she dreamed of, what she longed for as she spent her youth.
So maybe I just recognized my mother as my mother, not as a woman, not as a person just like me.
That my mother is a woman, a human being, a being who can feel sadness, pain, joy, and happiness, and that she sees, hears, and feels what I feel and lives.
--- From "Dazzling, Wide Open"
Mom was always crying in the back.
I just kept looking at my sick daughter, beating my chest.
He said that he couldn't do anything else, so he cried every day, clutching his chest.
And then, whenever I talked to my daughter on the phone, I pretended to be okay, but I acted more harshly, afraid that my daughter would be more distressed and worried about what she would think.
The daughter doesn't know.
This is the heart of a mother.
I could only guess a little from what I heard belatedly, but that was the truth about my mother that I, her daughter, did not know.
--- From "That Mother's Secret"
From some point on, my mother would look at close writing from afar and rub her bleary eyes, snore on days when farm work was hard, and sometimes her food would taste too salty.
When her eyes are bleary and the writing is blurry, a daughter to read the words next to her, a daughter to gently turn her head to the side and cover her with the blanket when she snores at night, a daughter to taste the food next to her and adjust the seasoning when she doesn't know how to season it well. Perhaps, her mother will need this more and more.
At that time, when my mother comes to me, her heart can be enriched.
I want to be that kind of daughter to my mom.
My mom insists on doing the dishes even when I say I will.
My mom told me not to get married because I would be doing all kinds of hard work for the rest of my life even if no one told me not to.
A mother who lived like that herself but decided not to let her daughter live like that.
I stare blankly at my mother's back and think.
I wish my mom loved me a little more.
As much as you love me.
--- From "I wish Mom loved Mom too"
My mom said she couldn't sleep a wink all night the day I called her crying.
I wondered why my daughter, who didn't know how to say she was tired or sick, had to call her mother so late at night.
I wonder if I would have called my mom that early in the morning if I had no one to call and confide in.
I feel sorry for that daughter.
Because I couldn't be there to wipe away your tears and comfort you.
Because I don't know everything that's going on.
--- From "The Time When Wounds Become Flowers"
I don't know what kind of person my mother was, what her life was like, what kind of girl she was in those days, what she dreamed of, what she longed for as she spent her youth.
So maybe I just recognized my mother as my mother, not as a woman, not as a person just like me.
That my mother is a woman, a human being, a being who can feel sadness, pain, joy, and happiness, and that she sees, hears, and feels what I feel and lives.
--- From "Dazzling, Wide Open"
Mom was always crying in the back.
I just kept looking at my sick daughter, beating my chest.
He said that he couldn't do anything else, so he cried every day, clutching his chest.
And then, whenever I talked to my daughter on the phone, I pretended to be okay, but I acted more harshly, afraid that my daughter would be more distressed and worried about what she would think.
The daughter doesn't know.
This is the heart of a mother.
I could only guess a little from what I heard belatedly, but that was the truth about my mother that I, her daughter, did not know.
--- From "That Mother's Secret"
From some point on, my mother would look at close writing from afar and rub her bleary eyes, snore on days when farm work was hard, and sometimes her food would taste too salty.
When her eyes are bleary and the writing is blurry, a daughter to read the words next to her, a daughter to gently turn her head to the side and cover her with the blanket when she snores at night, a daughter to taste the food next to her and adjust the seasoning when she doesn't know how to season it well. Perhaps, her mother will need this more and more.
At that time, when my mother comes to me, her heart can be enriched.
I want to be that kind of daughter to my mom.
--- From "There are things only daughters can do"
Publisher's Review
Youth, like a flower that has passed away,
Countless days given up for family.
A slightly more mature daughter reflects on her mother's life.
So I can't help but cheer,
Now, 'in the name of not mother'
I just want to be myself, to be you
The daughter who said, "I will never live like my mother" when she was young, came to know as time passed.
'It's not easy to live like a mother.'
This book is written by a somewhat seasoned 12-year veteran broadcast writer who looks into his mother's life.
My mother's past, as seen from childhood memories, from my grandmother's words, and from old photos.
As I follow the author's experiences, I suddenly become curious about 'my mother's' youth.
There is no trace of the youth that existed in the name of a mother, and when I see my mother's face, where time has already passed, my heart aches.
I feel like I'm the one who took away my mother's shining days.
I still think of my mother who takes care of her family before herself.
A mother's past breaks her daughter's heart.
As I lived in the world, I could imagine how difficult it must have been for my mother and how lonely she must have been.
And this feeling leads to the determination, “I hope that now, Mom loves Mom too.”
I hope you live on with your name, no longer as my mother.
The author sincerely and wholeheartedly supports you.
I support it.
To love too much or to hate too much
The story of a mother and daughter, eternal allies and enemies.
A mother and daughter who are always affectionate and supportive of each other, but also fight fiercely.
To a daughter, a mother is the person she loves the most and cares for the most, but why does she always end up hurting her whenever they meet?
This book contains not only a loving mother and daughter who support each other, but also a mother and daughter who fight fiercely and then reconcile.
A mother and daughter who love each other too much and are in pain from each other's wounds, but who hate each other too much and hurt each other.
That image is familiar because it is also the image of 'me and my mother'.
It comes across as a simple consolation, like a friend saying, "My mom is like that too."
“A relationship where you can communicate without the other person having to say anything.
A relationship where you can silently listen to each other pouring out your heart to each other.
The most understandable relationship in the world, but also the most incomprehensible relationship in the world.
So, at times, it feels even more heartbreaking and the comfort created with indifference and indifference feels even more bitter and deep.
“It’s a mother and daughter cider that met as mother and daughter.”
My mother and daughter, who are my eternal allies and enemies, will never stop loving and fighting.
However, when I closed this book, I felt a stronger desire to “stay together for a long time” even though we fought and fought and fought.
Loved, am loving, and will love
A gift to you
If you don't express your feelings, they won't be conveyed.
If you wish your mom would love you more, if you want to convey your overly loving heart to your mom, give her this book as a gift.
This book, dedicated to 'You, More Beautiful Than Flowers', is not just a book to read, but is also a precious gift that allows mothers and daughters to share their hearts.
Countless days given up for family.
A slightly more mature daughter reflects on her mother's life.
So I can't help but cheer,
Now, 'in the name of not mother'
I just want to be myself, to be you
The daughter who said, "I will never live like my mother" when she was young, came to know as time passed.
'It's not easy to live like a mother.'
This book is written by a somewhat seasoned 12-year veteran broadcast writer who looks into his mother's life.
My mother's past, as seen from childhood memories, from my grandmother's words, and from old photos.
As I follow the author's experiences, I suddenly become curious about 'my mother's' youth.
There is no trace of the youth that existed in the name of a mother, and when I see my mother's face, where time has already passed, my heart aches.
I feel like I'm the one who took away my mother's shining days.
I still think of my mother who takes care of her family before herself.
A mother's past breaks her daughter's heart.
As I lived in the world, I could imagine how difficult it must have been for my mother and how lonely she must have been.
And this feeling leads to the determination, “I hope that now, Mom loves Mom too.”
I hope you live on with your name, no longer as my mother.
The author sincerely and wholeheartedly supports you.
I support it.
To love too much or to hate too much
The story of a mother and daughter, eternal allies and enemies.
A mother and daughter who are always affectionate and supportive of each other, but also fight fiercely.
To a daughter, a mother is the person she loves the most and cares for the most, but why does she always end up hurting her whenever they meet?
This book contains not only a loving mother and daughter who support each other, but also a mother and daughter who fight fiercely and then reconcile.
A mother and daughter who love each other too much and are in pain from each other's wounds, but who hate each other too much and hurt each other.
That image is familiar because it is also the image of 'me and my mother'.
It comes across as a simple consolation, like a friend saying, "My mom is like that too."
“A relationship where you can communicate without the other person having to say anything.
A relationship where you can silently listen to each other pouring out your heart to each other.
The most understandable relationship in the world, but also the most incomprehensible relationship in the world.
So, at times, it feels even more heartbreaking and the comfort created with indifference and indifference feels even more bitter and deep.
“It’s a mother and daughter cider that met as mother and daughter.”
My mother and daughter, who are my eternal allies and enemies, will never stop loving and fighting.
However, when I closed this book, I felt a stronger desire to “stay together for a long time” even though we fought and fought and fought.
Loved, am loving, and will love
A gift to you
If you don't express your feelings, they won't be conveyed.
If you wish your mom would love you more, if you want to convey your overly loving heart to your mom, give her this book as a gift.
This book, dedicated to 'You, More Beautiful Than Flowers', is not just a book to read, but is also a precious gift that allows mothers and daughters to share their hearts.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: April 7, 2020
- Page count, weight, size: 264 pages | 330g | 128*188*15mm
- ISBN13: 9788968332562
- ISBN10: 8968332568
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