30 Ways My Mom And I Are Basically The Gilmore Girls

30 Ways My Mom And I Are Basically The Gilmore Girls

Where you lead, I will follow.
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Since Mother’s Day is coming up, I thought I’d do a little tribute by writing a post that connects two of my favorite things: my mom, and "Gilmore Girls." And I have to say, there are some scary similarities between our relationship and the Gilmores. Like:

1. Coffee is always nearby.

We’re probably not up to Gilmore addiction standards, but it’s always there when we need it.


2. Pizza is one of our main food groups.

Seriously. We just love pizza.


3. It’s a rare thing for our fridge to be stocked.

You’ll normally find random things like whip cream and pickles instead of food you can actually eat/cook.


4. We like each other’s tastes in movies, music, etc.

Here’s a nod to music from the 60s and 70s.


5. Sure, we get into fights. But we know how to roll with the punches and usually reconcile immediately after.

Because we just can’t stay mad at each other for very long.

6. Even if we’re fighting, my mom is still the first person I call.

She’s my go-to for anything I need, and I trust her immensely.


7. We know basically everything about each other.

I mean, I grew up with her. You can’t know someone for all your life and NOT know them.


8. We support each other.

She’s my biggest fan, and I’m hers. Period.

9. We love AND like each other.

Loving and liking your mom are different things. You can love your mom for raising you, giving birth to you, for being your mom, but you don’t necessarily have to like her. Rory and Lorelai genuinely like each other, and so do my mom and I. We love spending time together and we actively seek out each other’s company.


10. We have our own language.

Sometimes we don’t even have to say anything to know what the other’s thinking.

11. We actually want to go on vacation together.

Just like Rory and Lorelai backpacked through Europe, my mom and I have our own dreams of travelling the world together.

12. No piece of clothing is off-limits to share/borrow/take.

We wear the same size shirt, so why not take advantage of it? It just doubles the amount of clothes we can wear.


13. Sometimes the parent-child roles are reversed.

Like that time Mom woke me up early on a Saturday morning just because she was bored.

14. We rarely feel the need to keep secrets from each other.

I tell my mom basically everything. She knows my hopes, dreams, and fears, and she’s there for me 100%. Therefore…


15. We’d do anything for each other.

Thanks, Mom, for all those times you’ve dropped stuff off at school because I forgot it and left it at home.


16. But we’re not afraid to dish tough love when needed.

17. She instilled infallible morals in me that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

18. And all the wonderful, charming quirks I have are thanks to her.


19. Same with my social skills.


20. And those social skills include sass and throwing expert shade.


21. Whenever life throws a curveball, there’s only one person who can fix it.


22. When we’re together, people have trouble keeping up.

From finishing each other’s sentences to reading each other’s minds, we’re birds of a feather.


23. And only a few really get our sense of humor.

So we have a weird sense of humor and laugh at random things. So what? Sue us.

24. No matter what, my mom will always be on my side. And I’ll always be on hers.

25. We don’t shy away from showing each other affection.


26. I’m constantly being told that I’m just like my mom.

27. And that I look like her, too!

28. I grew up with a mom who somehow managed to also be my best friend and role model.


29. Some people just don’t understand how we can be so close.

30. But we’re just one of the lucky few who won the mother-daughter lottery.

And I’m so thankful that I have her in my life. I love you, Mom.

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He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

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Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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The irony wasn't lost on her as she stood there. Her reflection was one she didn't recognize. Wild eyes traced the smudged words she'd written on the mirror and her throat constricted. Her mind was a flurry of motion as she stood motionless, daring not move should the reverie be broken.

It had all started a week ago. No, her mind screamed, stop lying.

She went back further.

It had been early fall, just last year, the first time they saw each other. She remembered the brisk autumn air tickling her ears as crimson leaves whispered past. Her favorite season had come early that year, and she was regularly late to class just to stroll past the maple groves on campus. Her professor rarely gave her a second, irritated look.

That all changed when she wasn't the only one running late.

They'd rounded opposite corners simultaneously, an unnerving mirror that had surprised them both. She'd recovered much quicker than him and entered the tiny computer lab with his shadow at her heels.

"Ms. Swift, Mr. Tanner," their instructor sounded peeved, "I trust you're both late for good reasons?"

She'd attempted to avoid his gaze as she slid into her regular seat. He'd turned on his heals, "I had a flat, sorry 'bout that." He shrugged broad shoulders.

The instructor pinned him with narrow eyes, "And you, Ms. Swift? Tree gazing again?"

She didn't have a reply, at least not an intelligent one. "I, erm, yes, I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

He wasn't amused as he impatiently began rolling up his sleeves, "Until you both learn respect for other people's time and energy, I must ask you to leave."

She'd been blind-sided. In all honesty, there hadn't been a day in the semester where she hadn't been at least 5 seconds late. "But, Mr. Sta-"

"Go, Kalei." He cut her off, "And you too Devon."

Fury mixed with sheer embarrassment had made her cheeks redden as she stomped from the room; she had almost felt the eyes prying into the back of her head as she left. The guy named Devon followed close behind her.

The psyche building's halls had been quiet as they emerged together and she tried to split away from him. She'd been surprised when a hand had grasped her forearm, and she turned. Devon filled her field of vision, a crooked smile splayed across his lips.

"Hey, sorry about that." he ran a hand through dark, curly hair, "I didn't mean to get you tossed out."

She blinked once, "I had it coming, don't worry about it." She turned to leave and was surprised when he fell in step beside her.

"So, uh, I know your name but not much else..other than you like trees."

"It's not the trees," she rolled her eyes, "the colors are what make them."

"Make them what?"

"Special." the word came out before she could think.

"I don't know many people who would be late to class because of trees," he laughed shortly, "I guess it takes a special person."

She'd cast him a sideways glance before slinking away, "Guess so. See you later."

Though it was just a pleasantry, he'd taken it seriously, little did she know.

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