"Do you need me to call him and talk to him for you?" My mom would say after that darn high school boyfriend cheated on me for the second time. "Should I get ahlold of his mom and let her know what kind of parties this kid is going to?"
My mom is my absolute best friend. I'm so glad it turned out that way too, cause there are some rough years in every woman's life where she is a preteen and hates her mother. When I was in high school, I went to my mom for everything. She knew everything about my life, where the parties happened, who was dating who, what was going on at school. I never had to sneak out of my bedroom as a kid because all I had to do was tell my mom where I was going and whether or not I was coming home that night or the next morning so she could leave the door unlocked for me. We trust each other. We've seen each other at our best and worst. When my dad had a heart attack I saw my mom crumble in front of me, and I've never seen myself more strong and focused than that week my family spent at the hospital with my Dad. I held my mom together just like she had for me so many times before that, she literally has seen me ugly cry more times than I'm proud of.
I didn't really have a best friend in school growing up. I had certain friends I would spend a lot of time with and I got along with a lot of people, but I always seemed to be the third in every set of friends. It was the two that were closest and me. I think that is one of the reasons why I grew up always kinda feeling out of place, a little uncomfortable and awkward. I got used to spending the afternoon at a friends house then coming home before dinner to hang out with my mom.
My mom is the best at walking the fine line between being my mom and being my friend. She's my friend when I need to gossip about the latest Twitter beef and she's my mom when I need to cry on a shoulder and get a firm pep talk. At the end of the day she's the only person who knows me better than anyone else every will. We have an unbreakable bond.
I'm so thankful for my relationship with my mom, and I hope she reads this and cries ;) and I think the key to our strong friendship is our communication. Sometimes the communication between mother and daughter can be the muddiest. When I was growing up, whenever my mother and I would go at it in some crazy screaming match, once we cooled off we would always go back and calmly try to explain why we were frustrated and what we can do next time were upset to avoid a meltdown. We tried to make it all as clear as possible, no mud. It didn't help overnight, but after a while we both learned a lot about ourselves and how we are as emotional people. Over time we were able to civilly identify each other's flaws and correct them.
The point of my embarrassing rambling? Love your mom. If you think she doesn't understand you, explain it to her. If you think she is disappointed in you, make it up to her. Hug your mom, cause you are her world and she should be yours too. Be friends with your mom. No one will know you better than her and please don't run away from that, embrace it! I know so much about my personality and my own soul because of the unique relationship I have with my mother. She helped me find myself. So yeah I'm an awkward little blonde girl and my best friend is my mom, so what! Love you mom :)
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