My mom is my best friend. My mom will stay up with me until 2 AM watching QVC picking out a bunch of stuff that we definitely do not need. We call each other whenever we are in the car because why listen to the radio when you can talk to your bestie.
This could have been homesickness, but during my first two days of college, I called my mom over fifty times and I am NOT ashamed. My mom and I wear matching scrunchies because why not. We wear the same size, so I have total access to her closet, even though she has restricted access to mine. We tell each other when we look stupid or if what we are wearing is too ugly or too young (you can figure out who is who).
We bond over food and people watching at restaurants. Whenever my dad asks what we want for dinner we always answer in sync, "TOWER." The best place to get pizza close to my house is Tower of Pizza, and I could eat it every single day.
My mom and I are lucky enough to share a brain, and it has to be a big brain because she "has a masters degree from Tulane"– her words, not mine. She has always encouraged me to do everything I can education wise, even when it was going to college four and a half hours away. She has gotten me a cookie cake when my ACT score came in, but she also gets me ice cream when I don't do so hot on a test or paper.
When I get home from going to a dance, party, or just going out, I have to go straight to her room and sit on the end of her bed to tell her everything that happened and who was there. My dad hates this the most because usually he is already asleep and he ends up sleeping in my bed and me in his.
We run to each other when I go home or when she visits me at school. Coming back to college is hard, but I know my mom wants me to accomplish big things– plus, I will be home for Mardi Gras. The endless amounts of phone calls will start up again soon, and we will get sick of each other calling. But for now, I will take all the phone calls I get.
My mom is my rock, my driver, my ATM, but most of all, my best friend. If you feel the same way, go see your mom. If that's not possible, call her and tell her how much you love her.
