Atle是挪威人，曾在美国留学两年，后来到中国学习了两年中文，现已回国参加工作。听说《金牌妈妈》正在征集妈妈故事，他便很想写写自己的妈妈以表示对妈妈的爱以及对这个栏目的支持，考虑到中国会挪威语的人很少，而他的中文又不够好，遂用英语写下此文。
To me, my mother is a part of my origin. She is half of who I am. My fat
her is the other half. To me, both parents are equally important, and share similar roles, but I will write about my mother this time.
My mother is my past, and my roots. Some people say that they were not alive before they were born, but I feel that I kind of was. I was alive through my parents. It is interesting to look at pictures of my mother as a young girl - it is hard to believe that I can see a female version of myself in a picture.
I feel that I owe my mother a lot. She has raised me, and has supported me throughout my life. Even though I am an adult now, she still helps me and takes care of me. My mother is my friend and my mentor. I can ask her for advice on anything!
Some Chinese people believe that when "foreigners" turn 18, their parents will not take care of them anymore. I do not understand why so many Chinese people believe this. I have never heard of any country being that mean. I came to America all alone when I was 18. Nothing here is like Norway and I bear a constant feeling of being lonely and lost, just like the Chinese poem goes“独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲” .I even can’t wait until the Christmas to miss my parents and friends far across the ocean and I call my mom almost everyday in the first month stay. Every time my mom consoles me with great patience and talks me to laugh with her comforting smiles, as if dragging me back to her side in a flash. Once, I especially remember, I talked with my mom in the line for as long as an hour and just as usual, she enlightened me with her plain and simple philosophy about life. If it hadn’t been my mom, I wouldn’t have survived my oversea days. Several weeks later, however, my sister told me a secret. Actually, my mom broke her left arm due to the heavy snow the day when I gave her the lengthy call and the same day when she went out to mail me a parcel and fell down. It was a sharp shock to me because my mom sounded so calm and normal as if nothing big had happened when she comforted me on the phone. She was in great pain then!! My mom, not at all different from the Chinese mothers, cherishes me as beloved baby and cares so much about me. Even when I grow up and become independent, she still supports me if I fail to cover my expense with my part-time owning. Later, I came to study in China, and my mom became interested in traveling to China. Before she came, she collected all the information about my good Chinese friends to decide what gifts to bring for them. She also invited them to dinner and took them the way she took me. I was so proud when she talked and laughed with my friends though they just met for the first time and the language still bothered. But that didn’t even matter, it seemed that nothing would stop my lovely old lady getting popular.
What my life would be without my mom, I couldn’t imagine.
If I ever get in trouble, I know my mother will do her best to help me. Because she is my mother, even if I do some terrible things, I know in my heart that she will still love me. When my mother gets old it will be my turn. Then I will help her and take care of her.(Written by Atle.Jing)
