Mom, I Hate To Say It, But You Were And Will Always Be Right

Mom, I Hate To Say It, But You Were And Will Always Be Right

Even for the girl that was jumping to go to a school 14 hours away, ready to leave, homesickness is real.


When I left to go to school the thought of homesickness never even crossed my mind. Going to school 14 hours away I thought it would be more of an adventure than a sadness. My sister Kaitlin and I are five years apart in age, we fight constantly and bother each other to no end. Did I think I would miss her? No. I was going off on my own, doing my own thing and I was excited not sad, but you were sitting there in the car crying as you drove away from moving me in.

Me on the other hand, I'm jumping up and down and can't wait to start this new chapter. However, three months later I'm sitting here counting the days until I go home. Final exams are coming, the stress is coming in hot and as a freshman, I wish nothing more than to be home right now with my family and my dog.

I picked the University of Alabama because I loved the idea of being far away from home. I wanted a fresh start and I didn't mind being on my own. Up until I went to orientation I didn't know anyone else that went to UA and I thought that would make it even more of an experience. At orientation I met two of my best friends, then when I moved in for recruitment I made another best friend. Though being sick, getting a sprained ankle, roommate troubles, having to move dorms halfway through the semester I was never once homesick. Fall break rolled around and I enjoyed my time at home but was ready to come back to school. It wasn't until about a week and a half ago that the homesickness kicked in 100%.


I call you every day along with my sister, my dad, and my grandparents. I figured that by calling and talking I wouldn't miss much because it would be like I was right there with you. I FaceTime you while I straighten my hair and do my make up just to talk to you. I call Kaitlin and talk about all my problems because even when I already know the solution I miss being able to ask her for advice. As soon as something big happens down here you're the first one I text or call cause it feels weird not to come home and tell you about my day every night.

When I call dad and he is in the middle of a work meeting, he thinks something so he picks up the phone when in reality I'm just bored walking to class. You and dad came and visited last week for Thanksgiving, but it made me miss home even more because all my friends were home, I didn't get to see Kaitlin and I REALLY miss my sweet fur baby Bella.

Don't worry, I am having the time of my life down here. Yes, I miss home, but I know I'll miss t-town as soon as I leave. I made so many friends down here. I have a support system that I know I can always rely on. The sorority feeds me so I'm not starving, but that doesn't mean I won't take some of dad's homemade pasta sauce in containers back to school when I come home.

It took me three months to realize that just because it's a fun adventure doesn't mean I won't miss what was normal to me. So listen closely because I'm only going to say it once and it's going to be the only time you hear me say it. Mom, you were right. In college, we do get homesick. I am counting down the days until I get to come home for three weeks. Home to my bed, home to my dog, home to talking about our days at the dinner table, home to dads cooking, home to my childish fights with Kaitlin and home to you. I'll see you soon.


Your daughter Rachel

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Here are all the things our phone calls aren't long enough to say.

Dear Mom,

Do you remember when I was three and we would play together?

It was the age of princesses and carpet that was actually lava, and you were the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Do you remember when I was in high school and the world seemed too big and scary? You would know exactly when to take me on a mother-daughter date and have me laughing about anything and everything, and you were the smartest woman in the whole wide world.

Now, I'm buried in homework and deadlines hours away from you and we don't get to talk as much you want, but you're still the prettiest, smartest woman in the whole wide world.

I'm sorry that I don't call you as much as I should, and you know a lot of what goes on in my world via posts and pictures. Our schedules just seem to never line up so we can have the three-hour conversations about everything like I want to. I know we don't agree on absolutely everything, but I cherish every piece of advice you give me, even though it probably seems like I'm hardly listening.

I know that sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but thank you for putting up with me for all of these years. Thank you for listening to me cry, complain, question things and go on and on about how everything in college is. I know I don't come home as much as I used to, but I think about you all the time. After all, you're my first friend, and therefore, my best friend.

Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, and not downing me too hard for my failures. Thank you for knowing what mistakes I shouldn't make, but letting me make them anyway because you want me to live my life and be my own person. Thank you for knowing when to ask about the boy I've been talking about, and when to stop without any questions. Thank you for letting me be my crazy, weird, sometimes know-it-all self.

Thank you for sitting back and watching me spread my wings and fly. There is no way I could have known how to grow into the woman I am today if I hadn't watched you while I was growing up so I would know what kind of person I should aspire to be. Thank you for being the first (and the best) role model I ever had. You continue to inspire and amaze me every day with all that you do, and all that you are.

I don't know how I got so lucky to have a person in my life like you, but I thank the Lord every night for blessing me with the smartest, prettiest person to be my best friend, my role model, my confidant, my person and most importantly, my mother.


Your daughter

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Call Your Mama, Ask Her About Her Day, And Let Her Be Your Best Friend

I found that my real strength lies within my mother.


Every family is unique in their own ways. Whether they have faced several hard deaths, have tendencies to be alcoholics, or the kids come from broken homes, every family is different and ultimately find home and comfort in one another.

My family is no exception to being unique if that's even the right word to describe us. Some may say crazy is a better word choice or maybe a little intimidating if you met the big, bearded, boot wearing, gun-totin' men on my dad's side. My family has been described as many things but the word that I think best fits is strong, especially the women.

We have been through and survived more than we ever thought we would get through. And despite the hard times, we made it through.

Growing up, I was always a Daddy's girl. He taught me to stand my ground and take up for myself. He proved to me that I could get dirty on the ball field and dress up in the same day. He taught me that it's okay to work with him in the shop with a fresh manicure and that it's okay to be a little girl with a side of tomboy and a lot of sass. Even today, I'm still a Daddy's girl but I have found that my real strength lies within my mother.

I find myself on the phone with my mom a lot. Something good happens, call mom. Something bad happens, call mom. Something stressful happens, call mom. As I got older, I realized this was because she was my best friend, my strength, and my strongest supporter.

When I was little, my mom and I clashed a lot and whenever we argued. She always said it was because we were just alike, but I didn't believe her. We would play this game and she would ask me if I was her friend and I would always say no. I didn't want to be friends with my mom. I would always think I couldn't be friends with my mom, that'd be weird.

Now that I'm older, I want nothing more than to be my mom's best friend. I want to tell her everything and talk about every detail of life because she has this way of making everything better and a little more exciting.

I want to make her proud and be the light in her life just like she is the light in mine. I want to be successful in hopes that one day I will be half the women she is. I hope to honor my husband as she does. I hope to be a shoulder people can cry on, and I hope to be the strength my child looks up to.

I am slowly realizing that if I've been through it, chances are she has too. We are pretty much the same person. I love sharing life and figuring myself out with her by my side.

We have this saying that we tell each other, "This too shall pass", which is actually tattooed on my body, and if nothing else, she has taught me that this is always true. No matter how hard things are, how bad life is, or what is happening, this too shall pass, and everything will get better if you just call your mama.

I can't fathom the day that I have to be without her and have to figure out how to be myself again without my crutch. Take every opportunity you have to call you mama and share your life with her because I promise she wants to hear about your day and your successes. Not only call her to tell her about your day but ask her about hers as well, let her vent to you, let her tell you everything, and let her give you all the advice she has to give because one day the good Lord is going to call your mama and you will want to have talked to her first.

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